Still alive!

When the birds fly towards a wrong way

Leaving their home far away,

With only memoirs of olden times

When I close my eyes,

The tears start caressing my cheeks

And the nights become bleak,

Though we were put together like the earphones

Like when they are kept without attention!

As I think of him

The reminiscences befall grim,

At times I droop

Like I had a spoonful of cough syrup,

Perhaps, even the fire has turned icy

And I turn out to be frenzy,

I feel it might be god’s prank

Although I already sank,

But I still hear that melody

Which keeps me still alive!

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