
If your life is a puzzle,
with jumbled, scattered pieces,while you, your near, and the dear
engage in a quest that's queer,
to assemble them together
to make a colorful picture
of your youthful life...
I am that one piece that
does not fit
in to a rightful place...
I'd stay with you as long as I am allowed
as long as the pieces are scattered
But there would come a day, someday
that you would have to complete the play
then you would have to face the task
to leave me out and wear the mask...
-Uththaradevi-
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