About Me
- Hashtag Kalakar
- Nov 30, 2025
- 1 min read
By Sabareesh. N
Who was born last,
Always gets cross,
Who is rejected for friendship,
And not good at leadership,
Who thinks he is the head,
But not even worth a pencil’s lead,
Who will not allow others to speak,
Has a mouth that leaks,
Who thinks he is the number one poet,
Even though he does not know a single line to create,
Who thinks he is the one to remember,
But is not even considered a member,
Who is mostly called a cashew nut.
It is correct, but
I am not rich and good like cashews,
Or popular enough to come in the news,
Who does not have talents,
Unlike his parents,
Who is not a topper in his class,
Like a shining glass,
Who acts as good,
Like a delicious coating on food,
Who will do the work of the lame,
And will always be a shame.
But I have a father who carries loads of pressure like a truck,
And a mother of hard work.
I have four sisters,
Who will roar for me,
Who are the pillars,
And the healers of my life.
I am the best
In the east and west.
I am smart
In the south and north.
I am bold,
Even to stay in a place as ice-cold.
I am the hero,
And my life’s zero.
I am Batman,
And the travelling van.
I am the Joker,
And a hard worker.
I am the hottest sun,
And the one who makes others fun.
I am the moon
In my noon.
I have one thing nevertheless:
I am the worst.
By Sabareesh. N

Very nice poem
This poem powerfully expresses deep emotions, self-reflection, and inner conflict. The poet honestly shares feelings of rejection and self-doubt, while also celebrating family support, strength, and resilience. It shows courage, imagination, and a strong voice—an impressive effort that deserves appreciation.
Inspiring 🫡
That's a great reflection about yourself. That shows your success path, when you have realised both your negatives and positive, your strength and weakness and people whom you have to celebrate.
Superb👌🔥