Tears dripping down the cheeks,
Washing away the distress,
Which would have reached the peak,
If not get a vent to flow like this...

The little drops from eyes,
Carries a lot of burden,
Of the pain which I felt all these days,
From which I can't run.

The disease with no cure,
Carrying me towards my final abode,
I know your love had the cure,
But I lost you by making you goad.

You cared, you suffered,
You made me feel your Love,...