A MILLION IN ONE
Last night, when everyone fell asleep
Someone was awake
Though, I meet that person every day but
yesterday that person was not same.
She looked perfect to everyone,
But she knew she is not perfect anymore.
As deep inside,
She can't persuade that self love anymore .
She may smile all day long but
At night she cries in her room , But now she understands
her strength in this big room.
NO, She is not dedicating this poem to anyone
As she has understood that she is not "one in a million" but "a million in one"