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Toss? To whom ?


The wine glass was in the air

Whom to toss
Whom to cheer
Whom to open the shampen

To the girl 24,563 days old
Who was much of a nerd
A silent corner awaiting a crowd to rush to her
A helping hand for a bunch
A passing smile for a countable one
And not existing for the rest
Teachers called her obedient asking her to open up

But what was she supposed to open up to 
Naval promises 
Fake smiles
Buttery talks
Be a society and not herself

She choose herself then

Or

To the girl 23,996 days old
Keeping books in one hand and
Trying to be her inner self
With a friend found in the crowd lost in school
Complimenting to cheerful male smiles
Taunting her friend for the crush she had found
For matching the shades of the thread
Under the word coincidence
For crossing paths unexpectedly
And then being a less of nerd and more of her heart

 She choose a blend
But it's called average ,
tagged by society of 21st century

Still she choose herself

Or

To the girl who was shook by fall in grade on the report card
Focusing on blank ink narrated in the lectures
And with passing days
Finding her own crush and talking about the discovery
To the special people registered as close friends
Switching between studies and crushes
Was an entrainment while earning a degree
Peddling to another level of tension
She was moved in successful with a Job in hand
But
Still a girl known to less , admired by her crowd.
Clueless hint and Mr. India for the rest

So the toss just spills of the glass
And the question still remains unanswered
Whom to toss

& The girl sits busy adoring the moon
Because he never is doubtful of the one above

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