Why the rule is like this
the fool has always blown like this
the one you love, one day he dares
and what he got is falling tears
why he's alone all these nights
you'll never know with whom he fights
his dreams are flown with full of your smileys
he remember the moments he spend so highly
why both destinies dreams for the same place
why both minds go ends on only guess
why the divine road was always not that straight
search in love still games of hates
he might have tired of all this race
and what I guess he's trapped in mess
he is tired and lonely running all these nights
he's sick of this fake and string less kites
he may want a hand full of care
like a wind in hair, like a snow in fair
and may be, he just want your only concern
that yes, you do care and not to worry as you're there..
- Rohit
