I DON'T CARE



A shine can change a lot around,
the love, the care will raise to pounds.

Not always though, but change is good,
Good for those who have a different look.

Why that matters to you!
that i don't care.
A life you have to live,
you are free to go and share.

Now that you made me pessimistic,
and exiled my soul away
From the heart, the place, it lived in,
I am baptized to the dark lane.

I do care. but its hard to show,
i am changing, scratching the wild scar.
won't you handle me a minute more,
I am in the process, which is better, yet far.

Or what if i say, i won't change.
"that's me" and i don't care.
but i won't do that, you know why?
because decisions in anger and promises in joy,
are something's, better not to try!

You raised the story a little high
made it a rumour and laughed alive,
Don't worry, i wont charge a bit,
you ll pay for it, just stand by.

I was happy alone,like a potted plant
you pulled me out as a branch of it
It glorified but i didn't,
it died but i sinked.

what should i do now?
change, for you look at me
or find in mirrors my wanted glee
dilemmatic life wont resolve
until "WE" come together
And set the "I" apart!

-R.Bamane

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