No one see the tears of a desert
The burned soul and empty hands
The giggles everywhere but silence for me
Sun rises and sets with a routine
Clouds comes and mooves on me
But no rain for me
Hot summers ,chilled winters
Fails to change the fate of mine
Why this injustice with me
Spring flavors the wind
Silky flowers colours the scene
White rivers make it so devine
But no blossoms for me
Sky is full of kites
Beautiful birds touches the hights
But I have only ruthless spikes
A crying soil hurts me
Why me....... Why me...
Almost everyone feel this situation with them.
ReplyDeletewhat is with us, make happiness with that.
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