'So wrong...'

By Ashima Bhardwaj
She was so wrong
so wrong about him,
There ain't no song
no song about them.
Too many stories
yet theirs remains unspoken,
Too many injuries
yet the heart remains unbroken.
Tears blur every view
the soul becomes poorer,
One more pain to go through
she knows the touch will linger.
He cared too much
that's what she thought she knew,
But the truth was such
love wasn't meant for you.
Those moments bewilder
the tales of yore,
He tells her he loves her
then knows her no more.
If waiting to hear from him
is a crime, then she's guilty,
If wanting to feel his touch
is a sin, then she's guilty.
Days melancholic, unfolded
nights of longing, untied,
Tell her, O Lover
how can her tears be uncried?