When the burden of life is

Too much

 

As the rain

To the cloud

 

And you are so tuckered out

That you can't bear

 

Any more

The weight and pressure

 

Your legs are dead

You feel burned out

 

And out of coldness

You condense and freeze

 

Though you try hard

To conceal

 

But the wind knows all

And tells

Different stories

With hundred photographs

 

Real and genuine

Through your

 

Beautiful and bright eyes

Only a true friend knows

 

How to read

And what goes inside your soul.