You can call me mad. You can call me sad. If I am very useless. You can call me dead.   You can call me a stupid lover. Because I choose a rosy flower. But I forget that it happens, But only in the season of shower.   You can call me boring. Something my mind is roaring. If i allows others to listen it, they feels like its snoring.   You can call me a fool. Because my mind always rule. & the fights between Heart and mind, Are always very pretty cool.   You can call me quiet. Because its darkness over light. Loosing very slowly with time, Taking care of that delight.   It's very easy to be a lie. But it's hard to say all in eye. Today's people notice it, But only when someone cry.   May be it's not my time. May be it's not a perfect rhyme. May be lives are in trouble, They are going as a repeating hymn.   Whenever I try something new. Different from this crew. They want me to fall down, Not knowing that there is also dew.   You will keep putting me down. Forgetting your kings of crown. Neither you know, nor i can explain, How will i raise on my own.   And that stupid falls again. But in love with himself, no pain. Now he can laugh and even cry, Everywhere, not only in the rain.   Its very hard to hear. Its very easy to fear. In the ends Its always you, Who truly matters my dear. :)