She lay there on the moist green grass.
Surrounded by flowers, she was in a meadow.
She was searching for hope in the vast sky.
She thought-well, one day everyone has to die.
Sooner or later.
Why does it matter?
But she wanted to enjoy fighting with her problems now.
Dying can be given a thought later anyhow.

Nature is beauty.
But it is getting sooty.
Due to flames of the fire,
And the mass of electric wires.
Pollution by cars, gives nature scars.
So now, humans are searching for a new home in mars!

There was a phase in my life
When i had to make a decision.
It was hard to choose one and leave the other
I suffered with mental pressure and tension.

Years later still,
I regret the decision
The regret turned into pain
I suffer a lot.
But its hidden because i dont mention.

I don't mention,
'Cause I dont want to sadden others.
I dont want pity or sympathy.
Instead, i want to look at happy faces others

I live hiding my pain.
'Cause i don't want to make people sad.
That is my problem.
And for that, i sacrificed everything i had.