The Time's 3 am

By Maya Kamath

It's 3 am

In the middle of a summer night

The heat is getting to me

Slowly killing me

Have you ever felt this way?

Like when you are craving for love and all you get is sadness,

And when you crave for sadness you get all the love in the world,

Or is it just me who likes comparing my life with the summer heat?

The heat that comes for a while and eventually goes away,

Just like sadness and all other emotions.

By Maya Kamath