I am no Desdemona
To your Othello
To your Othello
I am no Chandramukhi
To the Devdas in you
I surely can't be a Juliet
As life is too precious to me
I am not your Drupadi
Steeped in anger and revenge
I have never been a Sita
Untouched, pious, forgiving
I am not a Jenny
And neither you an Oliver Barrett IV
I can so be a Carrie
But you are no Mr. Big
I am such a Lizzie Bennet
But who can possibly live up to Mr. Darcy?
May be I am a Shakuntala?
Lost and forgotten in time
Or perhaps a Radha?
Loved but never belonged
I am most certainly no Simran
Coz there are simply no Rajs
And am no Mumtaz
Who will get very own Taj
I am not a Rose
Who has to watch Jack die
I want to so be an Allie
But Noahs only reside in Notebooks
I am merely an ordinary girl
With extraordinary powers
Because I still believe
You are out there...
Searching...
For the Scarlett
To your Rhett...
And you do give a damn
And you do give a damn
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