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Self-made ? Ohhhh.

You tell me you are self-made
While showing your dad's house,
You tell me you are responsible
While hating your own spouse,
You tell me you are worthy
While boasting about your friends,
You tell me you are humble
While talking nonsense about the trends,

 So tell me,
What do you understand by it all?
Like someone who is liked by all ?
Or someone with a figure so tall ?
Or someone with effortless flirting skills ?
Or someone being chased by all ?

 How do you conceive these ideas
Of trying to woo,
Without having any clue
About the person
And their journey ?
About the human
And their worry ?

 What makes you think 
That you stand apart,
In a crowd
That's already like a dart ?

 Who do you think you are,
Before making comments so sharp ?
Who do you think you resemble, 
Before comparing others and their ensemble ?
How dare you invalidate how others feel,
Without ever walking in their heels ?

 Kindly look into yourself
Before filling others with doubt,
Kindly wash your face
Before blaming the mirror for it's gout.

Comments

  1. Unknown31 January 2020 at 11:33

    Very true.. one should look at one self before boasting about anyone else cause people come to know about u without your saying and what do u want to prove publishing such stuff.. what? U were equally responsible so stop pointing fingers at others

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    1. Fatema Kotawala31 January 2020 at 12:05

      Dear one, whoever you are. This work is a work of art. And when it comes to art, it's a very personal matter. If you do not like my work, do not pay any attention. That would be highly appreciated. Also, next time, before commenting, disclose your name. Why to hide ?

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    2. Anonymous31 January 2020 at 12:25

      (comment posted by unknown.. 30jan2020 at 22:35) this is for you.
      Clear your conscience first.
      If you can't handle the truth, do not comment.
      If you can relate yourself to the poem, face it.
      If you can't appreciate it, shut up.
      (Take a deep breath and introspect)

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    3. Fatema Kotawala31 January 2020 at 16:58

      This comment has been removed by the author.

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    4. Anonymous31 January 2020 at 19:54

      For my previous comment.

      I made a typo.��

      Comment was for (comment posted by unknown at 22:03).

      Otherwise I would have mentioned your name.

      This poem is great.

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    5. Fatema Kotawala31 January 2020 at 20:05

      Alright :) My bad. I take my words back.

      Delete
    6. Fatema Kotawala31 January 2020 at 20:14

      Also, thank you for the appreciation as well as support :)

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    7. Anonymous1 February 2020 at 08:32

      Thank you

      Delete
  2. Anonymous1 February 2020 at 02:25

    You are doing great girl. Don't let negative people affect you!

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  3. Unknown1 February 2020 at 15:13

    No one sees what you see,
    Even if they see it too.

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