WILL WE MEET AGAIN?
I don't think we can meet ever again,
After various decents and conversations
My mind stoped and decided,
To never cross path again
Post life and pre-birth
It had been a fierced day
With rejections spread over the bed of my heart,
The hands drew a little dismissal
My feet took a step back
I know i often blame me,
And talk about your wins
Containing all my sins
I want to meet you again
Not for the love of the lost;
But for the love of the fate
Destiny, will you meet me again?
About the Creator
Feroza Sher
I’m a student of intermediate 2nd year. I love writing poetry as this is the only way to express feelings for introverts, for me. Life literally teaches us lessons and i learned from them so i just write.
I write for you.
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