Those Stains
Trapped in the pages of time, a mildly withering lover, whose screams can never be blown out from the heart, he is always looking in a very distraught manner towards his lover while decorating the bundle of thoughts.
In dark as if out of the agony of depression, he flinches even when he says his agony.... People keep distance from me, they say What to write on someone's ruthlessness and stain? What will you gain from this?
Write on beauty, about someone who owns the lake of beauty..... But had they ever thought of those who are holding those stains, who took the pain of that love... How the questioners here ended their beauty with such ease? ...
Will writing on them dry up their pens?
Every person sprinkles only his coloured pen on the atomizer pages but I worship the black ink and write Those same stains.
