Time to. ...be Alone
Do not mistake, passion- buds in every breast
The plain, the ugly, the overweight
There is a call in all of us
Find, search, quest, look alas-
Looks determine that which you'll find
Look at your mirror- Are you angel or fiend?
My mother said I'll have the best match of all
Such a good girl, an obedient doll
Papa said there'll come along a handsome prince
& to all ye folks, I have been looking ever since. ....
My heart is not my own I cannot give
Learn to live and somehow forgive
All my life the quest goes on
Somehow in solitude to love, glad to be alone.
I see the dashing young man next door
Primp up his hair and off on a bike he roars
I watch the middle aged, hair shiny well oiled
Set off to work and a day full of toil....
One will be courted and feted by fate
The other will desire but soon learn to hate
That which he desires dismissed as a dream
Hold on to that which is not what it seems
Of the many who tread plodding daily on
Going about their affairs under the sun
I sing to you all for alone I know
There's a song in your heart that you can never show...
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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