And when that cloud came to you,
in your lovely life, did it cry?
in your sweet bitterness, were you dry?
in your melancholic way, did any amount of tears kept you to ask “why?”.
It is nothing but physiological means,
Dont and never give in to denial of your brain,
Then use this brand of shoe,
Don’t jog and chew it off by a brisk walk;
coz jogging that old memory does nothing,
but to keep your place.