Lost Identity

I am what the world expects of me,
Truthful, honest and right,
Lost is my identity,
Blurred is my sight.

I am not an angel,
Bound to be correct every time,
Is it but for popularity,
I the sages mime?

Can I be myself,
And speak my mind in leisure,
Defy the laws, break the norms,
Do things for my pleasure.

Live every moment of my life,
And cheer up those who are low,
Be a shoulder to lean on,
Spread happiness where ever I go.

(PONDERER ME '01)

- Namrta Batra

Circle of lie

I am the queen of my castle,
With none to dispute, none to hassle,
In the kingdom of treachery and treason,
Where I deceit for no good reason,
Those who trust me, put them down,
Those who love me, make them frown.

I am caught in the circle of lie,
My necessity does my virtue defy.
If I tell the fact, no-one will agree,
‘Truth’ will cost a lot, ‘chicanery’ comes free.
No-one to understand, no-one to comply,
It’s because of this that I choose to lie!

(PONDERER ME '01)