Baskadia

“ ‘I’ nine times ”

I wanted to choose my happiness over anything

But I chose racklessness and got nothing

Now I want to make my self smile

Out of every thing from I made my self fragile

Without loosing moment, I found my way to live

With everyone still more with me, I have peace to give!

Made uncountable Mamories which were gorgious

Light up my mind in any dark mode or concious

Free to have my freedom

like living in own kingdom

Moment I feel I lost my identity

I Only think of my self, and believe in my quality!

J.p.mehta