Scattered on the road,

Shattered i stood,

Yes you did promise,

To write something ,

Soaked with the fragrances of love,

The hidden confessions.

The sweet talks ,

Lonely walks,

The warm hugs in winter.

But what you did,

You wrote about the rebels,

You preached the revolution.

I was happy ,

That a great thing is happening,

Every face will be smiling.

I will be welcomed everywhere,

But no, a big no,

People wore green glasses.

They saw green grass,

In the mid of dry meadow,

Were happily tending to bow.

You just wasted me,

By writing the fantasies

Of freedom of our soul.

They simply caught me,

Made my pieces ,

Shattered me on road.

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