I tore a paper in which nothing I worte,
My hand was shivering about past
Always get stuck as I thought,
And the trauma I suffered til the last;

That night when I cried too much,
In the the silence where nobody knows
My throat became dry,
And I stopped to cry;

Eyes became blurry in the gloomy,
Tears were falling in the dark silence
I cried and cried a lot until my eyes became red,
until my pillow became wet;


~ Sanskriti