By Mehar Mustaque
When the hope is lost,
We’ll have to pay the cost.
Betrayed by those who are trusted,
The truth within gets rusted.
Love, lust, loss, all the three L’s,
Will rise the rebels.
Mistakes make experiences,
Sometimes experiences may cost much,
Harder the consequences are such.
Sin of the past haunts,
Present becomes dark, future be alone.
Not a single shoulder to cry,
With whom shall we have our try.
Try of a new life,
Without a cost and price.
Priceless life to adore,
No mistakes to haunt more.