Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Sad Part


I saw the tears in your eyes
Was so sad to know that you are not feeling well these days
However, you never told me about this
I just figured it out as you do not sound the same these days
I live so far from you that even if I try to touch your hand
Still, I will never be able to reach to it
As I just hope that you start feeling alright soon.
Do not stop living this life, even if you are really depressed
Just hold on and be patient, it will be alright
Just, do not give up
You are not alone, never alone
In my heart and thoughts you reside, so hang on
It will, all be alright
You are good, actually very good
Though, just misunderstood by rest of the world
I understand you and that is why I am writing this to you
I care, really do care
Even though, you can never be mine
I cannot be yours too, that is the only part which is sad.

Submitted: Thursday, May 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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