Still Made Me Cry

By Vatsal Khare

(I am saying…)

From dawn to dust,

Night finds me, it must.

Love betrayed me,

Still life hates me.

I move on so much,

Still couldn’t find love as such.

To find it, I try.

God, still you made me cry?

I sit under the dark sky,

Seeing the clouds drifting by.

I just raise high,

But without love, I fell and die.

God, still you made me cry?

(God’s reply…)

I am your God,

I am your sky.

You must try,

To raise high.

Please do not cry,

You will not die.

What if you fell,

Without love life is not hell.

To just fly, You must try.

I am your God,

I am your sky.

Still I made you cry!

By Vatsal Khare