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When Fame is Me.
Flashing lights and endless clicks
Eager eyes and smiling faces,
Me on one side of the table
People crowding on the other,
‘One photo please,’ someone said,
And I posed.
Shutters clicked, my pens tapped
My hands glided on paper
spreading rainbows all across.
I smiled in my morning dreams,
‘One signature please,’ someone said
And I obliged.
Where are these people? Where am I?
Smiling in the cracked sleep of dawn
I see my books get signed.
But, I hear a voice ‘Stop posing, have some coffee.’
I turned around on my bed
And again I slept.
No, I’m not an empty dream
No, I’m not a sleeping soul
No, I’m not imagining
No, I’m not morose.
And I revolted.
Yes, my pen is real
And my words ring true
Yes, my lines are uneven
But my heart is pure
To dream a dream so blue.
I’m crafting my dreams today
Wake me up only when I’m famous!
