Pain leaves you scars.
Scars of bravery.
Wear it proudly.

If you want to be
Disappointed, lone and hurt...
Then, start expecting!

Fighting down my fears
I've got so strong, that even
In my pain, I smile...!

Cut the cake.
Blow the candle.
Make a wish.
And tadaaa!
You're grown up now.

I am having pain
I am having drain
Through my nose
Down to my oral,
I can taste the taste
Like a salty-sour...
In my tongue is a
Bitter, and the heart
is aching like a fever
and headache, when
I can't be able to fly
through the sky
lanes...

...is a different way of life
to live, marriage, though
there's sweet and sour,
in it but love must
flood on the patience and
bigheartedness,
Even, "Malala" perceived
the light tinted the
bed in bedrooms
So, the arguments are
no more on marriage
because
a matrimonial ladylove
is more than
a call girl