• subhashmin 4w

    TIME

    At this point of time,
    I can neither go back,
    To make things right,
    Nor go forward.
    To see how things fall in place,
    Broken hearts are actually so pure,
    More purer than new infatuated ones.
    May this time pass so fast,
    Neither the clouds nor the wind,
    Shy at my dismal thoughts.
    For not only the pillow and dark night,
    Even God knows my true tears.
    ┬ęsubhashmin