I who play with words, won’t play with feelings ever.
I write my heart to devote someone,
where would I go when I will find no love?
There is nothing materialistic in my wishlist I swear,
to God, I ask for the heath of my loved one.
There is a place I fixed for myself in my life,
where I could come and breathe
I call it poetry while everybody calls it agony.
Not just existing I am living free!