Voice Of My Tears! ! Poem by Mehak Chawla

Voice of my tears that no one can hear..
Or just don't want to hear..

But they really have a voice..
Which i don't want anyone to hear, because its my choice..

Every single tear falls ms apart..
It hurts alot when they fall in dark..

The clock hit two, sometimes four in night..
When i cry by hugging my pillow tight..

My wet pillow tells the story about my day..
My life has become a useless hay..

A hay that is useful for people seeming like animals..
But there is not me anywhere in the life of jungle..

Some people say i love to cry because of attention..
Well, they don't know the reason and now evwn i don't want to mention..

The words thaf my tears speak will remain unheard..
Because i have become a dead and silent bird..! !