The Scars

The scars below my eyelids can tell you better about my melancholy.

How many nights these have told their pain to stars and moon

And raindrops on a rainy night, you can't imagine?

Yes, you can't imagine, how these have made my eyes insomniac. 

The phase of aloneness becomes stronger and even friends fail to break my silence.

Yes, you are the panacea,

I want and slurping the medical potion of your love, my conditions will ameliorate. 

Oh! My pain reliever, come close to me and see my scars below my eyelids and decide my fate.