The New Soul
What's in a name, really
This one's so special, not silly
Pretty naive, but sober as you speak.
And some leave, as you seek.
Eyes speak more than words
The start was a bit hard
Though, thoughts were like herds
Often it was bound homeward
I've had my lines for few
Often unread, in trash it's due
No regrets, no future too
As I fall and get up, I have to move
The green teas and daily coffees
The street down, that we see
The gossips and bitter sweet
Stories and some harsh realities.
Wonder how you read my mind
When life is having a grind
It's infact hard to find
Such a soul to unwind.
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