A poetry that always hurts…
A poetry that always hurts…
When I say,
she has her view and it is a curse
She looks into my view
I knew she won’t reach my way
Some of it may a litl’ or few
A poetry that always hurts…
Living alone was not an act
I was told to do
So I am all packed
Its a poetry that is still hurting
As I always try not to unfold
But to keep mum
Now is bit cheezy and old
I am man of the today and I have dreams…
I have my wings to fly high
And my target is the star not the sky….
Should I continue this poetry that hurts
My feeling towards it is dead …
and is burnt
Luv ya NIKS...




