Secret Keys

Once upon a time, in absence of sunshine, I was on my bed, acting to be dead. A thought came in my mind, why I m not refined, “why I m so strange, not ready to change,” I heard this million tons, from my near and dear ones, Can you tell me please, where are my secret keys, A thought came in my mind, why I act like a child, “why I m not mature, and nobody’s there to cure,” I feel this many time, what makes me a little grime, Can you tell me please, where are my secret...