The reason I write is.. You
You. Yes! You are reason.
The reason I am alive.
The reason I read.
The reason I am holding on.
But the breaking point is nearby.
I will break my heart, once again.
To feel the pain in my heart.
I will leave you alone, with your cyclones.
I will never look back, once I decide.
To leave you alone.
Neither my country nor my family is holding me back, it’s you who is holding me back to stay in your home.
Those eyes keep me asking the question : Don’t you love me ?
My heart feels the pain as you doubt my love.
How can I explain to you ?
The one whom I live for.