Please don’t belittle my efforts in getting to where your heart reside.
For I'd lost my ways a long time before.
I walk with a pair of shivering knees,
laying my feet carefully up on, one after the other,
just like a soldier of a fallen brigade, on crossing a fragile bridge.
I am easily forgotten and pitifully looked upon by you in my desperateness.
But my heart still sings the tune of an unending hope,
where I find myself fuelled to take another step,
hoping to get closer to you every day.
But the irony is you saying I'm already one among the closest ones.
But we both know I am only welcomed up to your doorsteps and not further in.
And If I ever try to compel my way in, you always ask to leave my heart outside.