There are certain things which one could never express <br />life’s like a dream, you can never guess - what’s gonna <br />happen next; don’t expect me to be your little miss <br />sunshine, - I’m nothing but a ugly plain jane. <br />a wandering singer among the swampy bushes in a <br />Crusoe’s Island, standing on the cliff like Shikhandi <br />in penance. You may not appreciate my deeds <br />which I do or pay any of attention to my words, <br />you call me as an untamed animal of the woods. <br />From no where I hear my mother crying aloud <br />‘get down this instant, or else’ – thoughts died out <br />in the air. I overheard my old man whispering, “futile <br />being… no man would want to marry a crippled girl.”<br /><br />Mary Binu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-from-the-heart/
