My Life

I lived alone for him
I cried alone for him
To whom this 'him' refers
I have no one to call again

     The shyness of time
     Brings out a rhyme
     Let the world not to be known
     Why a person does a crime

This world would never understand
The loss and pain suffered by a man
This teaches him not to care
And make 'Them' away from his fear

      Desires of a  person
      Is just a yellow of a season;
      Let him be a criminal
     Which gives others
          An utter 'desperation'!

                                            -Jissy Jose