Give me fresh air ,
Which surely call me fare..
wrong is wrong and right is right,
May be’ my thoughts are the cause of fight.
He called me his best friend,
but I forgot, breaking heart is a trend.
Eyes are barren,asking for a tip,
you ignored me,from every sip.
This pain is too much bare,
This pain is too much! It’s not fare.
You mistook me! I understand,
but ignorance! It’s like wet sand.
Me!now! With a war with myself,
And know you’ll live in yourself.
you deleted my feelings,
heart is not in position of healing.
Don’t worry; I’ll not bother you again,
And these tears will flow off with the upcoming rain……