Sometimes I feel to call her,
To make all the talks done together.
But when I think her mood may not be fine
Because of any fault of mine
Then I force myself not to call her
As I'm nothing for her.
Deep inside I feel deep sorrow
And again make plan to call her tomorrow.
Tomorrows never come,
I feel lonely like a solitary farmer in a huge farm.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel to call her,
To make all the talks done together.
But when I think her mood may not be fine
Because of any fault of mine
Then I force myself not to call her
As I'm nothing for her.
Deep inside I feel deep sorrow
And again make plan to call her tomorrow.
Tomorrows never come,
I feel lonely like a solitary farmer in a huge farm.
