Millions of thoughts
Fly through my mind
At any moment and at any time,
Some are prosetic and some are rhymes
One thing is Definite
That
All of Thine.
But
'She' on the contrary
ditches all the time,
How could I know
What I did the Crime.
Thy's
Heart is paining
but pretends as fine
She seems too helpless
Can't dare to resign.
Why
'Me' keeps open
The door of my Heart,
To such type person,
Who strays and aparts.
Always
She hurts and bounces Back
Perhaps
She knows
She will not be sacked,
Never 'She' bothered
How many times,
My Heart 'She' attacked.