Who You Are “Untalented”
I have asked myself too.
Growing up in a world where
Love is what people preach.
But yet out of reach.
So I asked myself, what am I doing here?
Should I stay
Or find my way.
I tried to blend in
But I couldn't fit in.
No, that isn't me
Look closely, though the blind couldn't see
So, no matter what I did.
Was mocked and told.
Someone else had already done better.
Was young but rapidly getting old.
Due to the human made stormy weather.
Still I believed I would succeed.
Even when measured with a bias standard.
That made me felt bad.
They pushed me to the brink.
Sorry, I’m no titanic, why should I sink?
Had dreams to score goals.
But they parked the bus
And pegged me down with fouls.
Just like Mourinho’s team in the 18yard box.
With this surpassinggoogle’s untalented contest
Dreams are back to life.
Here is me giving him a high five
For building such a safe nest
No better day to start living a dream like now
And never giving up on my dreams is my vow
I am a dreamer
I am Necha
Indians can call me cha cha.
