by Kritika Bhatia
So many times,
We feel betrayed,
And we feel that things between us have changed.
But very few,
Are able to see the sunrise the next day.
And those who can, don't thank Him for that day.
Awaiting the day,
Which will be like no other,
Years pass by, but memories remain,
That special day, when all will be fine,
That day when there'll be a 'draw' in life's game.
Last updated March 01, 2014