Sink

I have been sinking now,

Sinking into the deep misunderstandings.

Things that don't define me,

Things that don't define my behavior.

To all my selfless acts

being considered as self-centered.

My pleadings to tell me what made me wrong

are now unheard and dissolves nowhere.

May be one day when its too late

You would realize I wasn't wrong.

Maybe one day we would sit alone

I could narrate you all the times

I had selflessly prayed and wished

for you but maybe because I won't.

Maybe then you would realize

How deeply I care for you.

How much you matter to me.

But then it would be too late

We won't be able to come back

To these days and relive our moments.