If you can read my mind,
You would see thousand of papers,
Filled with broken poetries ,
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses.
With mournful pieces ,
Of Unfinished stories .
They are yet to be written .
And failed to be spoken.

If you can read my mind ,
You would hear the bellows ,
Screeching the words :-
" I'm tired ; I'm lonely "
" I'm stupid ; I'm afraid "
You could see the depression behind smile .
You could read a novel which you never wished to touch.
You will know one's emotions.
That everyone has ignored till now