I Am Not Well
There is no good morning, There is no hello. There’s no smile, There’s nothing good. For, I’m not well. […]
There is no good morning, There is no hello. There’s no smile, There’s nothing good. For, I’m not well. […]
I got up quietly. I thought she will pull my hand, Make me sit instantly. Ahead, I moved. Waiting for
In the darkness of the theater, Should I hold back my tears? Route them through nostrils And choke the sobs