Long Lost!

Growing days of high frustations                            

No pain i have nor expectations

With lost hopes i see a life

Neither tastes nor some spice

World is on an end these days

With daily chaos of all disgrace

I feel to tear my chest apart 

And wash clear my dusted heart

Missed were the days of joy

i was young and life was a toy

Time has his own beliefs

But very well he decieves

Hatred and hopes always entwined

Breath culminates but life’s fine.

                                                   افماي