In spring they say
Alongwith flowers, love will bloom
But in my fate it was written
To stay in loneliness and gloom.
I stay day and night
Secluded in my room
Reflecting and crying about
My irreparable doom.
But the thought that my world
has ended, I won't assume
As hope creates the space
For happiness to mushroom.
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 1:15 AM UTC
In spring they say
Alongwith flowers, love will bloom
But in my fate it was written
To stay in loneliness and gloom.
I stay day and night
Secluded in my room
Reflecting and crying about
My irreparable doom.
But the thought that my world
has ended, I won't assume
As hope creates the space
For happiness to mushroom.
