Why Tears?
Who cares?
Noone does.
Why tears?
Victim's buzz.
Why hate?
'cause of this and that.
Its already late!
the waiting death bed.
There is no time,
to be depressed;
losing life the prime,
every second distressed.
Get up, work and dance,
with thy wounds bloody;
girl this is only chance,
to sing this melody.
This cut is fine-gem,
thy bruises are jewels;
embrace and kiss them,
the beauty, see, yells.
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2024
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