Blessing In Disguise. Poem by Nida Sofi

Seldom I have a thought wavering
What they did was accord or abuse,
Made many close mates and rest ones
But they make me what I am not,
I seriously say that I am innocent
But innocence goes superficial above them,
I tried to collect sand one by one
But the sand flied or was not real,
I give them smiles and they give back tears
Native tried to make me weak also,
All this can be thought as envying
But it is my way to truth and the only Lord,
And I call it blessing in disguise.