Move On

When u fall down and your knee is hurt,
With the crowd around like growling leopards,
Your frenz, mom and dad compelling you to grow up and
this is what they ask you to do,
“Move On baby and overcome your fears, for you shall not let them kill you”
You get up and again ride the bike.
shout, enjoy and be loud,
No matter if people unlike..
But..what do you do if its not a physical injury?
What is hurt is your heart and not your knee?
And people ask you to get way and bury..
Bury all that happened in the past.
Here the crowd of memory looks at you,
Your past is staring at you with a demon’s smile..
Oh…my dear you are young and agile!!!
What do you when ur frenz tell you to MOVE ON?
When they call your love a moron?
What do you when you know he was a Soule mate?
And those days you spent weren’t just a flamboyant date?
They tell you again “MOVE ON and live your life..”
But u know wherever you go your heart will sigh..
“Move On dear.. you have to be brave” is all what they say..
But u know those dreams weren’t just a house of clay..
You know you held hands with a faith to be not left alone..
And they ask you “You must hold someone’s hand to forget it all..”
“Move On Dear for you will die of pain..”
What will you do when you know that you are already dead..
What do you when your heart controls it and not your head
What do you do when you can’t hold your breath?
What do you do when these two words shout at you?
“Move On” is what you least wanna do.
It hits you hard right at your heart..
For it is not easy to call him a DEAD PAST