Her Forlorn Tale

These days I ponder,

Where is all the friendship

I strived for my entire life,

Giving a full percent makes me

Wonder,

Had I laid only bed made of a knife!!

A knife that hurts me,

My conscience lay apart,

Trying to figure out that I cannot

See,

This all loads of formality only booked

Me a cart.

A cart it was, temporary to cross

The stream,

But ocean was yet to come

When now I am stranded

And situation is cumbersome.

Yes, I remember,

The promise to persuade on,

Expectations are never fulfilled

People come and made to be

The bygones.

Delving at my thoughts deep,

Is this not the time to take a leap?

My words are my biggest strength

Churns my will to dodge every bent.