by Ritika Insta:ehsans_err1585
Those were dark days
She was sitting under me alone
Her head was down. I couldn't see anything but
But her hairs. Sobers.
I could hear those Sobers. She was trying her best to control.
But no relief. No hands to hold her tight.
I was helpless. Just trying to light more bright.
I hope she understood my message
As when she got up,
She leaned a little And looked above.
Then she gave that big smile!
I was alone on that Street. But that night, I lit more brighter than every night.
That was really very silent dark night.