I was crying at the same time I was wiping my eye,
to hide the pain that resides inside in my mind,
so that they can see me how happily I smile,
Opened the gate and went outside,
so that I can hide my red eye,
opened my mobile,
in the search of any number so that I could dial,
My index finger was going at the screen while my heart and mind were in fight,
wether they are the correct person to share my rhymes,
or they will just gonna toy with my mind,
Suddenly I switched off my mobile,
And looked up at the high sky,
Perhaps Lord might hear my voice,
God could you please send me a guy,
Who can treat me as a child,
And who can hide me from the world whenever I want to cry.
© Mukesh Kumar Gupta