An Open Letter...

To,

The girl,

Who always sheds tears.

Dear girl,

It's me your most beloved pillow

Who have been with you all throughout, high or low.

Who have been a witness to your fears

And a rescue to your tears.

You shower on me, every now and then

And I try to comfort you as much as I can.

But dear, I must tell you a thing

This way you are ruining your well-being

No one! Not a single person,

Is ever going to ask you a justification.

And leave that, they will never know,

That you have shed your tears all through.

Frankly portraying, it haunts me sometimes

The way you gaze at the open window with the hanging wind chimes.

Your deep attention towards the empty road at a mile

And then the sudden breakdown,

Shatters me, and leaves me confused for a while.

Dear girl, no one, not a single person,

Has the eagerness to know what you have been going through.

So, stop! Stop shedding tears, and come back to me

With a new version of yourself.

A happy you.

And embrace me with love.

Yours lovingly,

The most trustworthy secret keeper.