SAD STORIES

All my stories are sad,
There's always one who's bad,
It's been a long time since,
Experienced some true feelings,
Everything i recall is utterly,
Those few pitiful weepings.

Forcing all those pretty smiles,
Is fairly a pile of heavenly lies;
Everyday is nothing but the same,
Just like any other unplayful game;
Many happen to come, stay and go,
Tired by listening same repeated low.

Never expected anyone to stay,
Had enough after a wicked play;
Investing time and effort again,
Even the thought, seems like a vain.

Relishing the precious state of mine,
No need for one, to make me shine,
As i am itself is a deadly divine.