Why did the rose wilt too soon ? I saw yesterday shining bright so red. Now white-loosing all the sheen . For every walk I took I fell on ground. This life is difficult like a jigsaw puzzle. Me the battered soul feared to bathe In the warmth of the sun that Maa told. I hid my tears when Maa asked me, "How are you my son", wish I could tell " I am shattered", but I said,"better Like never before". Because her smile is the only thing that have kept me alive. Now, the neon signs flashing bright , Those gifts, the chandeliers the garden Everything that you're cheerful for are not Colorful to me but just black and white. I have bruised myself and failed tests, And failed everyone that loved me. Wish I could return to the child me, And be cheerful again out of the pangs Of ramparts of calumny affairs. Love for me is like the mirage in the desert That pummeled me choking the hell out . My feathers one by one got plucked , A featherless bird looking at sky , Nothing as such remained all that left Were some savor of the past turning into Poison- killing as time rolled by writing My Stories in the parchments with the Words dripped in my tears and blood Unsung as I drooled towards the precipice Of life with few breaths and beats remaining. ©//Aquib //.
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