Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

A Big Loss


Everything is practically finished
Lost the only friend I had, again.
Her silence has expressed everything
I know she thinks that I did not care
Although, let her think that I never cared
My depressions, she could not understand
Is the only regret I feel
I am in such deep depressions
My pain is so much
So much is the pain I have
It only puts me in deep sorrow
However, my feelings will never forget her
Since, she became my best friend
My friend she was and I will always miss her
Even though she never talks again to me
My feelings are lost as I am in extreme pain
A kind of pain, which is not going to heal so easily
Only the sorrow has increased, which always does, again and again.

Submitted: Thursday, May 16, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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