On a paper, a thousand times;
I miss you he writes.
He is still missing those nights
With meaningless fights.
I’ll never forget you he writes.
He thought of a thousand messages,
That he’ll never type………..
I’ll never stop loving you he writes.
At a point he gave up
Now he doesn’t miss ,
Those nights with such fights.
He forgot her,
Now he doesn’t love her.
He gave up because..
One day he died.

Tanveer Khan