When my mind tears

When my breath sores

Prefer to share with you

Refer to get consoled by you

Rarely you respond

Rarely you reciprocate

My interest dries and dies.

Sprinkling chilli powder

On the burning wound

You prefer deadly silence.
Staring at the shining sky
Keeps me to hope without cry
Waiting for a blissful dawn
Working for a beautiful lawn
I remain a grass hopper all the way
I retain a gross helper role every day
Rarely Iam wished
Rearly I am willed
Regrets my mind often
Retreats from thereafter soon.