Musing by Somolekha

I would rather not have wealth at hand

It will be better if I had just you

It may be the musings of a young woman 

It may be truly heart wrenching

It may the last plight of a wrinkled soul

I would want to live with you, believe me

And not die each and every death instead

You don’t understand why I can’t 

You don’t see the fight inside

I need you to support me in this too

And lend me a shoulder when I defy

I know it’s unfair to you, but is life fair?

©somolekha