You cannot ask me to write of courage
In a room
Filled with the breath of people
Who do not know me
Or hardly care about what i do
Papers shuffling,
Pens scribbling away furiously
A quick snatch of a word
Away from the eyes of the teacher
No; I am not courageous
Do you mind?
Do you care?
I have learnt that presents aren't promises
Neither are kisses contracts
But I am yet to learn
How to accept my faults
Till then...
"Courage" will be just another word for me!!
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eta motmaat je kota achhe - sob cheye thikthak.
part two porikhha te etta likhe 16 e 13 peyechhilam. A history in itself for a student of English major from CU.
if i ask u to write abt courage and you hold the pen and write abt courage, sitting in a room filled with the breath of people who do not know you and hardly care about what you do, then that is courage enough.
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