Why i always cry for others who never cries for me.
Why i always think for others who never thinks for me.
Why i always care for others who never cares for me.
Why i always help others who will never help me.
Why i always die for others who will never ever die for me.
My feelings have no sense and my tears costs only one pence.
My sentiments have no respect and thats why i am imperfect.
I have no heart and thats why i always get hurt.
I make others laugh and thats why i can’t laugh.
I make others courageous and thats why i am disastrous.
I make others life cheerful and thats why i am shameful.
My words are capable of cutting darkness and thats why my life is becoming sweetless.
– by ASHISH KUMAR