Love Sickness! Poem by vaibhav vizard

I think my life is passing me by,
always a question is unplugged to me, why?
From dusk to dawn,
I am in thick and thin.
Every method I applied,
to make you satisfy.
But still you continue to blame,
and steadily polluted my fame.
I am nothing but a source of play,
for you and can't resist my anger.
I never before, even showed you eyes,
but when you finds, takes advantage upon me.
My prominent works are still pending,
but I think, I am in need of mending.
But can't cured by a medico,
thats why I am telling you so.
Please came and make me relax,
and your face is like medicine for me.
I am damn sure that you are listening,
my all heart's cry and weepings.
If you do late a bit more,
then you will find me no more,
and by this you will lost a genuine lover of yours,
by which you have to repent in your daily chorse.