I am waiting for you for long,
But you always prove me wrong.
I try to make you happy,
But you feel it all crappy.
Why? Oh! Why?
I try to be composed and cool,
But you make me feel as a fool.
I know you inside-out,
But you throw me as a cut-out.
Why? Oh! Why?
I try my best to be soft,
But you make my anger froth.
When all begins to just go fine,
You start from a different line.
Why? Oh! Why?
Give feedback.
Madhura.