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I'll always be myself
Walking on my way
I find many a face
Gazing at me from a distance
As I come closer after a while
They talk among themselves (may be about me)
And again they give me
Looks with those crafty smiles
A frown, I try to conceal
A pain in my heart but, then there is that, that would heal
I know what I am, What I am, I am
God, my parents trust me as much as they can
Then why care, who gives a glare?
Let them jeer, I have two ears
I’ll always do what my conscience says is right
Why pursue the every-varying trend
And fall in a plight?
A conflict between the heart and the mind
Is anything left behind?
-Puja Bala
1998