Why Does It Happen?
why do we meet people,
by Arfa Iris
when we cant walk by their side,
why do we hold them so close to our heart.
when we know with them we will part.
why do we love people,
when we cant express?
why does it happen,
that we helplessly watch our dear ones,
twist and toil in pain?
and we can do nothing, nothing, nothing!
we just stand n watch them drifting away
why does it happen?