Why I Have Cried?

For losing a life, I never had?
For someone who neither loved nor understand my love towards her?
Why i cried for all the wishes i buried, but still couldn’t make her mine?
In fact, I should have laughed with happiness!
But you know?
The wounds inside my chest, made me like; a passenger in a dark and strange desert where he cannot find the way to his destination, stick himself to the thoughts of his death, i cried for myself.

I did cry for a self, who used to love sun, used to love summer, blossoms and rain.
I did cry for a self, who had the fragrance of summer, rain and blossoms.
Yes i cried for a traveler who traveled different roads except the road of love, never knew when and who will take my heart to a place where I won’t find it anymore.

I cried and still crying!
Because I’m lost!
I’m lost!