Torch Bearer

It was always me to initiate a conversation,

But thou hast no desire for communication.

Never did thee once check upon me.

Unseen, unnoticed as if invisible to thee.

Craving for a mere glance.

Yet thou stayed firm on your stance.

All alone in my strife.

I lost desire of life .

My morsels bear no flavor,

Nothing’s left to savor.

When I pass away,

Till eternity under dust my self stay.

Let not your heart torment,

With lament.

For I am done begging thee,

To let me breathe.