after the exam
we sit in our home
like a Sculpture
miss each other
but had our own problem
want to meet but
where, how
questions eat our mind
boring days
but we don't have any choice
days are going
like a boil rice
rest is all around
but this is what we
not truly around
rest is rest all we have
and because of this
all pain we have
but we have no choice
except to bear it
like to drink demon blood
and to feel all the
thoughts as a wire of a music
To show them
who stop us
to show them
what we are
through inside power of our
questions eat our mind
boring days
but may be we have a choice
to face the fact