To the world above,
Stared at its lies,
And its imagery of love
A tear trickling down his cheek,
At all that the sky promises,
The answers to which he seeks,
It's this knowledge that he misses,
He doesn't speak of any misery,
He doesn't seek for any favour,
His eyes signal the need for mercy,
From the god above to forgive his misbehaviour
He seeks solace under the crying clouds,
The one to understand all his faults,
His actions form this misty shroud,
And keeps all hidden within the vaults
He stares above at the star lit sky,
And questions all thats wrong,
He stares above & only asks 'why?'
Why questions remain unanswered for so long
He closes his eyes,
To the world above,
Turns blind at its lies,
And its imagery of love
Hats Off, Little Writer.
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Ipshita