This poem is all about the heartbreak |
| My head is just spinning because of the sorrow: Which just cringes me all the way wide to narrow; I don't know how can I depart it from me, Which is alive in the depth of me in a high degree. My all sorrows start and end on him: But, I don't know why he is so on grim; And can't able to see my heart's wrench, Which is always smolder never quench. But he never cares just does what he sees better: Never deems, it puts me on the tray of slaughter; Just thinking about himself as a selfish creature! Leave me alone by all of these pains to endure. Composed by Urooba Fatima. |