In my glass case.
Waiting for someone to open.
No one opened the case.
Not even the junkers.
Lost hope to be free
And embraced the case with glee.
Forgot some people exist like you.
The ones who care for the lost ones.
You opened my case
And brought me out
Threw my home, that case.
Made me smile and feel.
I finally learnt what it's like.
To be out of a case.
So you left me again
On my own once again in my glass case.
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished
شِعرThere are some stories that remain unfinished even when you don't want to. There are people who made mistakes just by loving someone and this is a peep into those lives. Poems are a way to express the untold and unfinished things and that is why I...
