Broken Heart
Broken Heart
Do those who leave ever come back
Whom you left, do you make him yours back
They make up their mind to go long ago
then why don't you tell someone
leaving one's own house like thieves
Why do they find it appropriate
Why don't you understand that they take the curses of the house along with them?
why don't they break the chain of love before leaving
Can't give water to the grain of love
So why don't you open the cages of love
Whom you used to illuminate in your fame
Why leave him alone in the dark of the forest…
why postpone your wait
Don't want to come back, why don't they tell directly
When you have already done a heart-to-heart conversation with someone else
Even then why continue as before…
If you don't know how to live with, then why do you make false promises?
Why do you stab an innocent heart with your eyes…
They decorate their beauty so much before leaving
Why don't you shine the mirror of your heart...
When you take all your household items with you
Take away all the light, air, happiness of the house
so why leave your memories
Why don't you collect your fragrance by scattering it in the corners…
On their separation, who make you dear to death while alive
Why don't you go after stabbing in the stomach….
Where do even those who go come back?