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Why am I so lonely all the time?
Why am I all to myself?

When I'm the one ready to help and socialize,
why can't my worth among people ever rise?

I strive and make every effort,
to be loved and appreciated!
Do I really belong in this environment,
the world has created?

Doubts are profound,
solutions are not found...
In such state of despair,
I hear my inner self's sound:

"Hang on, don't fall,
you're a victim of jealousy
that's all!

Fight the fray and stay put!
You'll win hearts one day,
by putting down your best foot!"

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  1. UnknownApril 6, 2011 at 6:48 PM

    A colleague of mine here at the Indiana State Department of Health shared your blog page with me. I am from India; moved here - to the States - twenty years ago!

    A budding writer such as yourself has a massive responsibility in today's India. I hope you will effectively fulfill that responsibility by writing on meaningful issues that affect millions of Indians.

    I send you my best wishes and regards!

    Namaskar,
    Pramod Dwivedi

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  2. FazilatApril 9, 2011 at 3:30 PM

    Hello Mr. Dwivedi,
    I am glad to receive a very honest comment from you. Thank you for taking the time out to read my blog. I do understand the gravity of India's current scenario. I shall endeavour to write on topics as suggested by you as well.

    Thanks once again for your review!
    Fazilat.

    PS: I'm sure Pam aunty has forwarded my blog to you. :)

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