THE STORY OF EVERY NIGHT
When life is rotten like hell,
And I always trembled and fell.
Heart wants to roam about,
And in the same place, wants to shout.
At night, my mind is never at ease,
I just look at the moon to get some peace.
With a dim lit room, I sob alone,
Mind says, "Stupid, you are grown!"
I opened my drawer to see,
The train's ticket he had given to me.
I tore it as if tearing my pain,
I realized, my eyes are going to rain.
Then the first ray of the sun, fell on me
Through the window and I felt free.