Don't blame me for my solitude.
All of them pushed me in.
I am into state of forced introversion.
I retrieve in to a cocoon of my imaginary world.
A sort of self imposed exile.
Started with the "all-are-good" perception towards the world
Which,eventually,proved me wrong
Its so not-like-me-style to have a pessimistic approach
So left caring the world.
I know nothing can cure me.
If such melancholy is reality,
Who wants to be cured.
I would rather love be nurtured
Waiting for you in an eager.
I know the scope of my 'imaginary-you' is meager
Nevertheless,longing for your love my dear.
To create our own world where i identify my belonging.
light poll(hose) bano beta
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