Why??
You must be
wandering
Why I write poems that are
sad?
It never makes me
happy
And, it sure, maked you,
feel bad.
Why do I have depressing
thoughts?
Why do I feel so
low?
Why can't I be
happy?
Why doen't the sad thoughts
go?
I know these poems are not
good.
(In fact), some are quite
bad.
What's the use
of sending you then?
When it only makes you
sad?
Why I am in
blue?
Whu do I write such a
poem?
Why do I put my thoughts in
paper?
Which sounds like a
requiem.
I have my reasons for
this
Reasons I may not be able
to explain.
I get hurt by very small
things
And so small things give me
so much pain.
Like today when you told
me
That you'd not be there on
the sixth
I could not say you
anything
But my heart broke to
bits.
I had planned so many
things
And planned the
celebration
Enjoy the day in a big
way
'Cause there may not be any
such occasion.
I know your absence is
unavoidable.
I'd never blame you for
this.
I only blame my
fate
That broke my heart to
bits.
All such events make me
sad.
Tis' my fate that makes me
blue.
A few hours of
togetherness,
Can't I get it,
too??
But remember, what you've
promised
We'd celebrate when you
return.
Let me have my way, for
once.
Let us celebrate, the way I
want.
23/24-03-2001
23:35-0011