1 barely seventeen by poulami das

Actually it's a small poem

BARELY SEVENTEEN

I kept on counting the stars

But it never ends

I kept on spreading love

But it didn't bothered them

I sacrificed all my happiness

for them to smile

But now when I moan alone

there is no one to say u are mine

people keep on changing their faces

till their last call

they loose there angels

to become demons for all

who said only angels are there

there are demons too

who said only people go to heaven

there is hell too

today I am sitting alone here

waiting for my inner frustration to come out

in know there is no solution

rather than me to cry out loud

I am losing all my hope

my soul is what I mean

i don't want to die so soon

because I am barely seventeen.