It's the pain,
Prioritizes as main,
Makes us so faint,
Although we're saint.
It does things ban,
We can't do stand,
There isn't gain,
No chance again.
It's a giant trail,
We can ever fail,
An unfitted snip,
Makes a life slip.
It makes so bad,
We've to be sad,
Feel us lots of worry,
Never said us sorry.
By : Heydayat Ullah
Date : 25/ January/ 2021