No matter how tight
you hold it
No matter how you feel for
for it
The more tighter your grip
It will start slipping more
quicker
You try holding to your
loved one with all your
promises
It will never stop slipping
from your grip
It's like a sand which is hot at noon
and cool at night
And left the silence around us
with the chirping sound accompanying us.
© devil_shiva_singh