It's my way!

You juggle, swizzle, struggle in a muddle, knowing that nobody wants you to giggle. One comes fight and goes, without understanding their goals. I stand here in the mist of darkness, unconscious, unaware of the brightness. All are running for something, whereas i lye wandering and adjusting. The buzz of mosquito is audible, but my talent ain't recognizable. Such cagey, such naive the world is, I have forgotten to trust on my mascot that i always believed in. -Depressed Mind Thoughts

“Father, father, father”; cried the two little girls, one with straight hair another with curls. Both wore that cute little red dress But he saw in it their future address. “why do you care for us so much? when you know we’ll go one day and prepare lunches!” the fat round daddy twisted his whiskers, who could not answer his two li’l listeners. he raise them soft and mature adorned them with jewels and furs while dropping his tears and bidding them in palanquin he said looking to their grooms “SO THEY TREAT YOU THE SAME, MY QUEENS.” This poem is a deliberate attempt to the upbringing of the daughters as "soft" and "mature" because that is what exactly Indian parents expect their daughters' upbringing. So keeping in mind that scenario, i have constructed a poem like this. :)