Some address me as an epitome of arrogance;
Some criticise me as a loser;
My own mom called me a fiasco;
Many school and college mates just saw me as a misfit;
Some friends name me a simple and humble soul;
A friend keeps saying, “you are too poetic to live with”;
Another friend keeps saying, “you are too idealist to live in reality”;
Two men I fell in love with said and left, “you are too pure to meddle with”;
My relatives pity me as a misfortunate:
As I rejected many grooms,
Who offered financially and socially secure life!
But, I myself wonder:
Why am I this way?
Why can’t I fit myself in the mould?
What am I proving?
Who am I proving to?
How far will this go?
Who am I?
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