Arya A J
Tears sparkling down the cheeks
Hiding the sorrows, keeping mum
Noone hears what it speaks
Letting go a silent song to hum
“Pain is for gain”, once said
But what’s more, pain or gain?
Pillows to cover your eyes in bed
Still asserting, your deed is in vain!
To reach up to destiny the final abode
Can’t decide myself, it’s date and time.
The need for a frame, a memoir in cupboard
Enthrills me to wipe out my soul, my name.
Once it’ll be done, till hearts content
‘cause desire surely wins its fulfillment.
