Bless Me For My Cries Poem by Shweta Roy

It shines from the sky,
It rains from above,
It says things of love and war,
Its me, myslf, I.
Starting things from past,
Backing up all losts, Turning to a side thats new,
Leaving all outbursts! I'm overdone today!
I'm waiting for the end!
Being me, myslf and I,
Doing all uncertains,
Getting over over, alone!
Tell me the way that backs me home, I'm lost in some bribes,
God bless me for my cries!