Balcony..

The dark art,

In the stark soul,

The time is 2’o clock,

Heart is crying like rock,

Hiding myself in a box,

I’m letting out my tear drops,

Your words are like gunshots,

Reason behind my blood clots,

With you It’s a misery,

It took all my glory,

If a star lost the shine,

It can never look so fine,

I’m expressing my agony,

Standing in the balcony.

-Prasanna Pala