Things come and go,

But some stay and stir thoughts forever…

Some actions are cherished lifelong,

Some pinch till the last breath…

You are one of my people,

Every word you say matters…

Similarly,

If you do anything hurtful,

If will too stay in there like a thorn…

Every time I will step in your direction,

That torn will cut my feet…

Every time I will think of talking to you,

That thorn will obstruct my vocal cord…

There will be roses therein my heart,

But they won’t be visible to you ever…

For there was a time,

I was your little bud,

You were the thorn to guard me…

Alas,

It’s not always as it looks,

Now,

Even if I try to forgive you,

There exist things that just don’t leave my head…