Standing Alone

Standing alone in the darkness of light

Scenes were many but there was death of my sight

All were laughing at the life of mine

As I had gone out of my shine

There was she too whose house was my heart

But now she had found some other cart

When she laughed my heart began to weep

As this was not I deserved to reap

But now I have developed taste of pain

Now I am used to useless gain

Now I will go to place of my love

And remember memories of my dove

I am leaving because of your crime

As I couldn’t become a loved poem

This all has happened in real sense

No need to take it a fiction hence