Sunday, June 8, 2014

Deal with the Devil

You made me this way
It won't last until u face it
I stopped writing to you
When you laugh at my letters
I stopped sending you  cards
When I realize it means nothing to you
I stopped making gifts for you
When I got to know you don't even look at them

and then,
I thought to buy you gifts
but you demand it so well
So I decided to stop that too
I started to writing to me
When I realize you don't hear me anymore
I have lots of pictures of kurtars
early days I chose for you
I have Lots of Cads
Which I save for you
But sorry to tell you
You made me this way

Deal with the Devil!

1 comment:

  1. sometimes I wonder
    way sorrow but
    not happiness
    brings the best out of a poet !