After coming in my soul,
It was you, a healer.
Your fondness soaked all my wounds.
The words blew life.
The touch felt divine.
I was living again, but;
The plain talk is, i was always a free will to you;
The word 'priority' is miles so far.
Thou want, not interrogates for a certain,
Only the logic is, i may get hurt.
No need to show this kinda sympathy.
There is always freedom from my side,
Have to accept your arrangements, so why?
I may fill up the blank page which is;
Unseen, unlinked, unnoticed.
After all i am going to remain same ;
As it was crushed and thrown into nowhere.