The polluted fresh masked air-

Kisses my face,

I feel the breeze

And stare out of the three wheeler I’m sitting in!

I dream of the things

I’d plan to accomplish! 

The plan goes on,

But the results never shows up!

I run and run!

Through the crazy tasks.

That cry my heart,

and squeeze it low!

I try to cheer

And light it up!

And show that thing what I’m capable of.

My youthful boiling blood 

Has no purpose to it.

But for just Giving people a heart attack

I smile and see-

My innocent looking face to be,

My baby voice and sins-

The secrets I have!

I wonder if People will ever believe-

That a girl like me,

Can ever hide her secrets from me!