AT THE TENDER AGE..

At the tender age of seventeen,

you took  away my everything

moment i was being subtle and nourished

you let me have no moment which i could cherish

just when the sea was at its best to show all moves

just when the sky was full of groves

just when i was getting over striking

why why why you took and left nothing

o god! how can you act as a slaughter

i was sure that i  was your daughter

yes i know i am your slave and you are my master

but why du turned my life into such a disaster

i heard you keep an eye from heaven on whatever we do

did you see i could never be a daughter who could be called true

which girl dont wana feel her feminity

but in this way

when i have no words to prove my purity

i am still crying, iam still screaming

just as a violin with no string


i wana exclaim

i want you to feel the same pain

you know i could never be open to my family

i keep on blaming it on me

please reply me back and let me feel free

i tried hard and made myself strong

but even today i feel myself
    alone in a throng

dear god! i have no regrets but i seriously
            wana know why???

truly speaking i will then stop to cry.......