
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