And why did you break this heart?
It's made of books
Not a pathetic art
And why did you cut me inside
I was holding
The pages that cross my line
You act like a name of honour
Your actions are tamed with horror
Take care of hearts
Take care of the given flowers
You talk about names and nights
Her eyes cries in tears
I can write your name on my art
You look so beautiful from this far
It's yours to take
Till then , I will wait.....
