Heartless Poem by Vishal Sharma

You thought me useless
clapping hands for this
you thought me that i am that strain
that could be sung whenever wanted
but, you are my ghost memories
i hate you and even your name sucks now
giving pain your hobby, breaking heart, profession.
and to me you have done the damage
now, turning to world, doing the same?
you thought me innocent, and trapped me
thus, whether night or day,
i would say,
traitor, traitor, go away!