The Songs Of Depression

The girl in the first bench

Keeps me awake all night.

With her milky skin and long hair

Makes my heart leap with pain

The pain so deeply embedded

Eating away my mind.

Confession is not a problem,

But conditioning comes in the way.

The culture of commonsense and logic

It represses our instinct.

Alas! True love is lost.

Professionals call it infatuation,

Others call it a waste of time,

But for me its pure madness!!