PINING…

Craving for her to get the best of all moms

Alas! She craves for those who are under domes…

Craving for her to be best placed

Alas! She likes to be among superficially laced….

Yearning to have her besides me as woman

Alas! She prefers keeping thy wishes facing sermon…

Crying for her to listen to humanity and not humans

Alas! She makes excuses of being acumen …

Excruciatingly broken life waiting for her healing touch

 Alas! She says I have already done so much…

All she wants is respect among those jackals

Who do not have faith in thee own firewalls...

Building a shell of hollow customs, mere worldly affair

 Won’t set her free from existing mothers sphere….

She thinks and lives what is taught to her by world

So am I, a disgraceful means to her, now too old…

Had thy not been born to her ill fate

Her life would be somewhat reaching heaven’s gate….

All thanks to the society of sorts

Planting insensitive seeds in human pots.

 Reckless of being called brag

Having it all under nose, dragged….

That’s where my old friend came to say

You are a fool to let yourself heavily pay…

I paid for her as she walked away

Calling me a freak on the way….

I wished to tell her about my plans

She glued thy words with tears of old clans…

She wants thy to slay the dream

Killing the instinct to live along thy helm…

Here I am once again on the crossroads

Making thee choose a life written on every board…

Thy shall cry but what difference does it make

For those in pain are never the ones meant to fake…

Taking life as it came to thee

That’s not how it was meant to be…..

Relations so pure and selfless

Finding own refuge in a set up so helpless…

Yet again heart pumps the blood from forefathers

Calling them to hear the bawl getting harder…