Sometimes I wonder how hard it could be, <br />To notice something, that I changed in me.. <br />A change in the way I style my hair, <br />Or a change in the pair of clothes i wear.. <br /> <br /> <br />Sometimes i experiment with the way i look, <br />While sometimes my styles are all copy book.. <br />But no matter what or how big is the change, <br />It is only to me, I am left estrange.. <br /> <br /> <br />At times I do modernize the way I talk, <br />Sometimes I revolutionize the way I walk.. <br />What is the use of this transformation in me, <br />If the people who matter are least interested to see.. <br /> <br /> <br />Till the end of the day I wait for one compliment, <br />A praiseful word or two of an admiring comment.. <br />But for time that I wait is left all futile, <br />Even fail to notice the difference in my smile.. <br /> <br /> <br />Today I thought my new clothes will blurt, <br />A silky grey trouser and a plain pink shirt.. <br />I gelled my hair, styled in a special hairdo, <br />And for a change today I polished my shoe.. <br /> <br /> <br />Then all dressed up when I met her this morning, <br />I never missed a chance to pass her a warning.. <br />I walked back and forth so that she could see, <br />But like everyday before she never noticed me..<br /><br />Abhijit Surve<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-never-noticed-me/
