Dirt Is The Pain!

Entwined are we

These are the words said by thee

Just like the dirt in the image

My life has reached that stage

It's the blood has gone black

It's the body where shine lacks!

Please release the crisscross

Please make the black color gold

Please get back the profits due to which I bear the loss!

I wish love was like this endless

Such tight into each other

That it would clear the mess

So that the ache when it releases will be less!!!