I'm setting on a bench
on a cold night
there is no one to laugh no one to cry
I want to move but stuck from inside
because of my mind
who saying me to hide
I look to moon
to get some light
he also laugh
on my lonely life
no care no one to help
sorrow pain heartache are my friends
I know that you don't care
but its me and this is my lonely fear
Carry on You will be a Harshija Welcome to PostPoems
Carry on You will be a Harshija Welcome to PostPoems
©bishu