No,none had understand her,
None had tried to understand......
Now what will you do
If she holds a knife on her hand?

She cried over all night,
She cried in the rain. ....
Now what will you do
If she stands in front of a train?

She is walking alone in road,
Her heart ashes with wound,
Now she is going to her deadline....
Now She crosses the stairs without bound......

She drowns in depression...
She stands in the rail,
Now she notices something blazing...
It's the Time of coming her hell.

As soon as the death is coming
Wheels become faster than before...
She don't wanna waste her times
She don't wanna live anymore.....

And then...
She removes her name from this earth
She proofs that she is useless.....
She has no value in this world,
Wherever she is , May God bless.....

Now he will be much more happy,
He, who gave her only hate,
Now She has a question in her spirit....
"I'm the glass of my coffin, will you be my bouquet? "



© AURA