Oh, we catch on the name of the game,
we flash on your every hopper and scuttlebutt.
What ride roughshod states and;
what regalement stands for.
We may let in fit ourselves along with you,
when you are leading to have high jinks with us.
We may role in aisles along with full mouthed laugh
but beneath inside we weep over and above.
We shrill at ourselves
making a bid to light upon our own glitch.
We enroot so many mental issues,
We stow away even that too from you;
Because you may come by another affair to laugh out loud at us.
You always be sore to us,
make mincemeat of our heart.
We still keep our door shut,
doing one's best not to open one's mouth
in front of you;
Nor off the pace.
You carry through this heinous act;
turning us feeble but Thank you,
you make us more strong, brave and powerful indeed.
Shell out love and respect and count on everyone.
Is all that you need to bother about,
Each and every day.
