These are the pink walls,
That is the wooden door-
-From here I see my room’s door,
And in the courtyard those hypocrites are cooking gossips,
I am here : thinking what course shall I be served today?
I have been through this pattern before and still I get trapped in it,
Why is this happening?
Why is it always with me?
When I don’t wrong anyone, why do they do that with me?
I don’t understand the answer to these recurring patterns,
Ways to unlock these, I simply don’t find any solution.
Rather I get trapped in these rattraps, knowing no escape.
Well! Escape? From whom?
I have never wronged people, then why do they wrong me?
I am in a cycle of endless curses I see;
Cause all I get is people who break my heart.
Now, to be truthful, it is so broken that it does not know any other way to come out of these tiring patterns.
