You are busy in doing a lot of stuff...
Your days seem to be very tough...
But I need to talk about many things...
Please replace me with your earrings...

Sometimes I need to hold your hands...
When you are taking daring stands...
And no time to explain different angles...
So better wear me like your bangles...

I know your world is moving fast...
But I need to stay with you at last...
To give if need you an urgent tip...
Let's think about being your hair clip...

You make me mad yourself, then say me 'you are mad'...
And that's not the only reason which is making me so sad...

You stopped loving those things, you once used to love so much...
And that's not the only step which you have taken so bad...

Your silver bangles talk to me and softly tell me everything...
But earrings shout too loud when they have something to add...

I'll pick all these stars and fill the sky with my words...
So it can shower poems on you when will see you being glad...

You don't want to talk to me and it will be very hard for me...
I may no longer laugh again or may wander like a lost nomad...

You changed your colors, so I sat you free...
It did same when leaves did this to tree...

Who abandoned their branches and became history...
Who stood firm, who fell down, its another mystery...

Winter will pass soon, tree will heal...
But what you lost, ever you will feel...