Sitting in a corner, I think of life.
I think of the day, when I did strive.
There was no one beside to share my tears,
To sit by my side, to help in my fears.
To hold my hand and to walk for miles,
To know the world of dreams, inside the heart that lies.
The hours i spent as a child,
Was the freedom that seemed so mild.
Then came the age and I was young,
and beautifully for the world, I sung.
Crossed that phase and became responsible,
To share a heart that was simple...
I sung and danced to all the tunes,
To gladden the faces those seemed fumes!
I tried as hard as i could..
To win the lost love of hood.
But to my luck I fail,
To make that li'l ship to sail.
Then an ocean of love came to rescue,
Took all with it, except for few.
He tri ed hard as much as he could,
But was left behind, that poor hood.
Atlast, it was Love who won,
And defeated was the hateful fun!
- Afaf Ansari.
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