Poetry

The most difficult time..
The time when relationship dies..
Those people are no more around us..
But they are still alive..
They are still present some where..
But we don't want to see them..
They want to talk, because they realise their mistakes..
Those irreparable mistakes which changed the life's of others..
Those mistakes which hurt us so badly, and will takes years to be
healed..Those wounds which will remain fresh for long time..
But sadly in this world everything looks good and attractive, even the fresh wounds..