Years of nurture
and only mom's care;
and only mom's care;
the adolescence grew up
in this world, unfair.
So innocent the eyes
and so was the heart;
believed all true
in this world, fast.
It was a collision
of reality and illusion;
everything wears mask
in this world, natural none.
We sail on tides of time
simplicity is divine;
show me whatever you all are
in this world of mine.
Putting a smile on face
finally I also wore a mesh;
hiding myself into my knees
as if there is no case.
Individuality is delicate
created by the fate;
to be disclosed to few
or else get ready for a net.
I search for a mirror
to show me without fear;
what's on my face?
and let me be her mirror.
