A low rated verse
A bad rhyme.
Maybe I am composing it at a bad time.
When blowing wind touches my face-
I can feel swirls in my heart
Like a hurricane going to start.
Walking down this metro bridge.
Boarding a train from this crowded ridge.
Seeing many faces all around.
Why I still long to see you-
Why I always sit and take turns in this merry-go round.

They always take my test
Yet I tell you, I am doing my best
Why do you believe the world- that conspires ?
See it in my eyes
See the fire.

I would be standing on your side- whatever the mayhem
You are my prime.
As the world says "A timeless Crime".
What am I?
A Joker perhaps, A scribbler of this broken hymn

Wrong,  Wrong I am.
But it still feels right.
Only by this feeling- that you stand by my side.
You stand by my side.