Again, it struck me,
Down I fell with wet eyes.
The little heart of mine bursted out,
This time its a mountain ahead.

Quarrels and fights are not strangers to me,
Neither such wet eyes,
In a day or two, the weather clears,
Its almost a week, not a single change.

Admist the harsh and hoarse voices,
The loudest cry of mine becomes feeble,
With the sharper words, the war gives scars,
To tear away my little hopes.

Even the God forbid my happiness,
That too through the living God,
Almost dead I am now,
Only my tears are the proof for I am alive...

#heartbroken