I feel opressed, distressed
Fight alone against many
Leave.....
It's my escaping door
Just leave....
No omens.....
Without any utterances....
Not even bade good byes....
Leave.....
and it's the end !
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems Collection
PoetryThe collection of my poems of the romantic love and bitter sweet life in the stormy changing world. Through the wave and turbulence till landed on the green grassy land where the tranquility is the air we breathe. I wish my readers enjoy my poems.
