being lonely

Once upon a time there was hatred, Once upon a time there

 was the smell of Visal

 Never step on the ground, 

                  Our...

 when that age was amazing never stops, 

This traffic full of pain,

 my wound stays green And Accidents keep happening too. 

My heart felt too lives... 

if i had a scale So I'll show you sometime,

 keeps one's love aside And Your compulsion on the other hand, 

then you would feel of your loneliness , How is it expressed?

                            By- Rinku Virat