The End Is Coming Yet Again Poem by Jiya Acharya

Her tears always dried on their own.
Just it was him, who would always come back and wipe them off.
Lot's of them came but they always dried on their own.
But I never wanted it to be with you.
Yet, you too.
You could not come today.
I will never say it aloud.
I cannot express well.
That I want you.
I need to be with you.
Today, life failed me and Again.
It's not my anger towards you.
It's just my fate.
May be I am meant to be alone.
Because I never valued his love.
And; so, this is what I deserve.
You too cannot read me.
May be you would also be the same.
Just like all of them.
Just like all of them.
That same way this too would end.