By Kevin Gandhi
Today I’m sitting with my broken heart
That made me develop this art,
I thought you to be my soulmate
But I was just for your hate.
I think I was a fool
That I tried to be your wool,
Our story started with great happiness
But ended up in dying sadness.
I first saw you in marriage
When I was thirteen of age,
I wanted to make you my girlfriend
But you wanted just to be my friend.
I always showed my love in proposals
But you always gave me refusals,
For making you mine I kept on trying
But you always left me crying.
You broke our friendship
And made me lonely like a ship,
I wanted to be your true lover
But ended up being a loser.
You never understood my feeling
Which you always kept on killing,
I wanted you to be my life
But you made me pick up a knife.
It would be better for me to die
“I LOVE YOU” which i would never lie,
My last wish you can make real
Please do come in my funeral……