"My heart is broken into pieces,
I wanna give piece of my broken hearts in the shape of a fist,
Because i read in books,
Heart shape is like a clenched fist."
Going through those infamous streets,
I collected my heart pieces,
And i tried to give it the shape of clenched,
But i failed,
I cry on a deserted street in infamous streets,
It seems like it is raining without the weather,
Tears tear my broken heart pieces,
I want to add this,
But every evening remains in the grasp in fist,
And pieces of my heart get lost in infamous streets.
This poetry is based on the situation when we want to move on.
But we have no dare to do it,broken heart have no courage to add again.
Every evening when i sleep i lost in thoughts..so,This poetry is also based on my imagination.
Thanks for reading.