Once in a starange season,
A strange wind hit my heart,
Who whispered love into my ears,
And promised my eyes to never get in tears.
Since it was a stranger my heart was in fear,
What if later it (heart) will be treared ?
With what guarantee should my heart move ahead,
What if in future tears only have to be shed ?
Still I gave my heart to the starnger,
Without wandering about the danger.
Few months crossed away,
All of a sudden one day,
" I don't get the same vibe anymore" the starnger said,
"From your heart let me fade"
Dear stranger, was that all so easy?
If everything meant not to go crazy?
I was the one in pain,
And nothing to gain,
A storm was hitting my heart,
All I could do was to sit and silently watch.
All I had was my ink
That spilled my pain on paper,
None heard me,
None cried,
I gave heart and loved someone,
At last I was the suffer,
Pain was what I was offered.
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