“Rain”

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,

But sweetheart;

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……

(shraddha)