Oh my life,

I taught him everything

And now my soul cries when

He did it wrong.

Not my words just of my soul’s,

Beneath the cloud of doubt and evil,

Remains him all alone.

Shouting not to do the wrong thing.

But my bitter deeds dont seem to stop,

From filthy stains.

It shouts from my heart,

Every beat, nothing means much to him as it skips apart,

Cry, cry and cry a river,

At the end, this life will be a waste like previous,

And you will be in nightmare of many; unforgettable.

A canvas of broke dreams, damaged mind and shattered soul.

Oh Ru The soul ©®™

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