(poem by Soumya)
I walk down the street with a goofy grin,
People stare, wondering what's within.
I trip on cracks and stumble around,
My clumsy antics always abound.
I bump into walls and knock over chairs,
My presence causing all to stare.
I try to act cool, but it's no use,
My clumsiness is like a wild goose.
I knock things over, spill my drink,
My awkwardness is hard to blink.
I never fail to make a scene,
No matter where I go or where I've been.
I trip over my own feet with a loud fall, My clumsiness leaves everyone breathless around.
In the world of grace and poise, I often feel out of place
With my awkward steps and clumsy ways, I can't keep up with other’s pace
How do I come across, you ask?
Do they see me as a jester, or a fool around?
Or do they admire my spirit, so wild and free?
Like a clumsy clown without a mask, a comic character in the throng, to see?
It’s not for me to say,
How others perceive me.
But for me, through it all, I can't help but smile,
Embracing my quirks all the while.
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