Untold Story
Untold Story
Some unwritten letters
Some untold stories
Some desires to communicate
My heartfelt.
Some tunes preserved from long
To dance with you.
Some dreams to fly in the sky of love
Holding your hands, very high.
Some flowers to pick and,
Decorate in long open hair.
All went in vein destroyed,ruined
Now exist only that old, shabby almirah.
Holding all memories
Locking my life inside
Suffocating.
Counting my days.