I dont have the discipline to hold on my grudge,
With hands abandoned to hold and eyeliner merged,
The sky between the gaps of tree reminding of sad,
So vast to look at something gets confided is mad,
The branches of tree fallen down are broken and yarns to be burned,
In the morning they were lighted up and at night moon helped them to be shunned,
I sit and see it all, I believe none unlike you,
She bought life to things and her sky was never blue,
I sat between peoples who are clueless themselves with asking else to address,
A remark of truth untidy left on table so did fallacies of attires dressed,
I see it all yet know none, would sleeping through the day help,
All that moments went in vain, are running through to scream and yelp.
A.m












