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                             Am not a poetess but tried my hand at it for the first time  and the outcome is below-a poem dedicated to those who penetrate into my life without my wish .I would want them to mind their own business and stop poking their nose into my matters. AND in case they come across this post ,a message for them- try somewhere else,for I am the master of my own life and will always remain being so!
                                              


                                THE THRILLING ATTITUDE                               

                                      I am not for caring
                                      I am not for prison
                                      I am born a free bird
                                      Don’t dare to reason

                                      My way is too high
                                      You cannot reach
                                      Who are you to judge me
                                      Who are you to teach
                                           
                                      You can’t shackle me
                                      My destination is the sky
                                      Your cage is too feeble
                                      Because am born to fly 

                                      I am far beyond your criticism
                                      It’s too fragile to break me
                                      My life runs on my own terms
                                      Your rules don’t make me
                                     
                                          
                                                                                          …..jeet sandhu
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