Wrong Set Of Cards

By Ameesha Raina

Let your warm tears evaporate in the sky

Let them be your clouds of sorrow.

Their rain will soak your soul, as you sigh.

So, sigh all your sorrows, as the wind howls 'fear' in your ears.

Scream your woe with all air left in your lungs,

Cry them out, you haven't yet run out of tears.

For, poor soul, you were dealt with the wrong set of cards.

Now pray, that oblivion believes your act of redemption.

Be still now, stop running for yards.

By Ameesha Raina