By- Naina Tyagi

 I'm all alone,

Sitting on a window,

But I feel so low,

Staring at the people,

Through a glass,

Who are happy,

But maybe only I'm unhappy,


They smile,

I cry,

They laugh,

I sob,

They are cool,

I'm not even known,


They don't have problems,

And my life will be over but I won't get my solutions,

There are tons,

Tons of problems I face,

But you will never know,

And I'll never show,


I'm not transparent as water,

I have my walls,

Surrounding me,

Saving me,

From the unkind world,

And you will never be able to cross them,

And let alone break them.



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