Sitting beneath a tree,
Shines bright the sun,
Just like the calm I got from none,
I pen down a few thoughts in the bag,
Unknown to the heavy heart it dragged.

Just when life gets better,
The heart decides to fall,
Apart all the ruckus sadness takes a stall,
Laying back I realise a fact,
Life was never a game yet was a never ending pact.

Missing you people who usually were around,
Now when time runs faster nobody’s found,
Just when the morale hits the ground,
It’s you alone none to surround.

Walking past people with a smile,
Looking happy they say yet for a while,
Today marks the day of fall upon the ground,
Alas the one person needed is nowhere around,
Wishing presence tears roll down,
Still smiling the way alike a clown.