Poems are a way to tell
The darkest secrets of our hearts
But not everyone can do that
It is but an amazing art.
When our mouth fails
Our words speak
And give others of our heart
A highly encouraged peek.
They blamed me for a fault of hers
In which I had a negligible part
They make me bear the injustices
A thing which takes my heart apart.
I was their friend from ages now
But they don’t have any regard
They are blind to others’ faults and on their will
From seeing my merits, they are barred.
It hurts my heart to think that
There is no one standing behind
No one is there to support me
Oh God!Is really no one kind?
They met her just in recent past , still
Above everyone ,she is favoured
She plays with them like best friends
And every moment she has savored.
All I’ll say is I am a bit envious
Of all the privileges she has got
They are dropping diamonds, picking gold
But that I’ll tell them not!!