Loneliness, moon-lit night, darkness are the only consolation to the failed heart
Sources of inspiration
A momentary poet - raised as a successful writer
When people accolading it hurts - as defeats can't be accepted
Against nature nothing can happen
It happened naturally, slowly drawn into it
Accept me and absorb me
Even the dustbin loves me as you throw my letters into it
Weeping heart
Crying eyes
Tears rolled down in the cheek
Show some mercy
And shower love on me please.