Broken Heart

Do those who leave ever come back

Whom you left, do you make him yours back

They make up their mind to go long ago

then why don't you tell someone

leaving one's own house like thieves

Why do they find it appropriate

Why don't you understand that they take the curses of the house along with them?

why don't they break the chain of love before leaving

Can't give water to the grain of love

So why don't you open the cages of love

Whom you used to illuminate in your fame

Why leave him alone in the dark of the forest…

why postpone your wait

Don't want to come back, why don't they tell directly

When you have already done a heart-to-heart conversation with someone else

Even then why continue as before…

If you don't know how to live with, then why do you make false promises?

Why do you stab an innocent heart with your eyes…

They decorate their beauty so much before leaving

Why don't you shine the mirror of your heart...

When you take all your household items with you

Take away all the light, air, happiness of the house

so why leave your memories

Why don't you collect your fragrance by scattering it in the corners…

On their separation, who make you dear to death while alive

Why don't you go after stabbing in the stomach….

Where do even those who go come back?