Smiling faces, debased respect
Swagging around, sussing out luminaries
Swirling wine, shaking glasses
Shrieking with laughter, inside detest
Among the crowd of imposters
There may be a soul
Bellowing in pain
But inside the heart
She can’t wear this mask
To contrive her task
She wanted to shine like a star
With her guitar
Prepared with her codes
And ready to be a rockstar
But all her preparations
Got wasted away
Because the chords were different
And she lost away
She used to play the rhythm
They wanted to play with her
She believed in absolutism
They believe in carnalism
Should she pave the way
Or get lost away
She thought a little
Before moving away
She had to decide between her dreams and her dignity
In any case
She was the loser
And those felons would win away
She could cherish her dreams
With body without soul
But she decided to live
With half the soul
She left the place
She left her guitar
She started running back
But couldn't reach the past
She was caught in the middle
And craving for a start
Among all the thwarts
And then people say
Women is weak
They are worry-wart
