POEM - A DIRTY MESS

Salted air , dry scars,

everything looks like mars (red),

now, i can't stand on my foot,

here, i am  again with my black jeans and a hood.

the more i want it to forget ,

it comes to me like its my mate,

how can i turn back the time?

perhaps! i could make her stop to commit this crime.

was she too hopeless?

or was A DIRTY MESS?

no one knows, why she hurt on her,

maybe she is now happy with her angelic fur! 

her smile ,her cires and her presence, 

it is now more worthful in her absence.

i don't want to experience it anymore,

i watched her go down and down the shore....

                                                 - ADITI SINGH