'She is similar to life...'

Deadbeats of nights of fall,

like leaves mute after a fresh walked upon,

shine is lost in cold of night,

do you regret her and her fight?

well, you wait on...

you wait on..

on a dark porch of yours,

you wait on,

wait on till she comes and get you back,

or your heart is broken and away its thrown,

away its gone,

one last time you wish,

to listen to her voice,

and might get a glimpse,

but she is similar to life,

what she might do or might not?

well she is similar to life,

and it goes on..on on on on..

it goes on...

Deadbeats of nights of fall,

like wind shaking up those remaining leaves,

those regrets have found a center of peace,

do not regret anymore,

just move on...

Gaurav Saluja