I sat in the middle of the night hugging my pillow extremely tight
My tears didn't stop the reason was not catching that flight
What have I achieved I looked in my pockets found unpaid bills hiding in fright
Can't take her pain cant join her sorrow I told my mom pleading tonight.
The mirrors also didn't make me look good cause those red eyes arent in fashion
Sucess and exposure I told everyone when I left that I came to fulfill my passion
Now its the growing grief and hell a lot achieved bag of tension
My decision coming abroad looks like a broad-minded thought when I see my parents in sorrow
There is nothing I can beg that lord just make them safe and happy I have my soul for you to borrow...
AUTHOR/POET: SAHIL ARORA
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