you are the cure to my pain
but I know you are not mine
and so just to heal up a little bit
I go back in times
the times of my youth
when I was a stupid child
roaming under the cover of rain drops
racing with the wind wild
fighting over with little issues
that had nothing to do with emotions
crying for me was just another way
of asking and of self promotion
the time I wanted to grow
grow as tall as my father atleast
hoping strong that after that
the life will become a worthy feast
looking positive to the dreams
I forgot the rules of the game
and today sitting on the edge of my bed
I am talking to wall like an insane
telling her that you are the cure to my pain
but I know you are not mine
and so just to heal up a little bit
I got to go back in times
PRASHANT RANA
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