They call me sturdy
they call me strong
little do they know
who do not care what I am inside
Fragile little heart
which gets hurt deeply
one hard stare and a single rude word
it gets shattered, all for love.
Have taken many from them
can hardly take your anger once
so dependent I have become
independent of others around
So here I am, all alone
waiting for you all day
hundred things to do
nothing as important as you
Do I sound silly?
may be I am,
may be I am, crazy about you
should I act busy? May be I should.
O shrishti you are a gem.... you write so beautifully the very emotions that struggle to find breath.. could hug you for this >>>: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a broken heart knows where it hurts the most...