He was so angry with the world.

He was so angry with the world,

He was angry with the lights,

He was angry with the colours,

He didn't cry all the time,

He was going to take the tears down the path of the heart,

just when the bowls of eyes were collecting water and innumerable relays boiled The drops would soak the ground around the eyes,

the tears would digest the pain, absorb the intensity of the pain,

He was half-dead,

otherwise, Allah had sent him very sweetly, talking when the sentence for a while Be incomplete,

after a few moments of silence,

a heavy voice adorned with random words can be heard,

the pain of such moments is beyond measure,

He was aware of the intensity of pain, who wants such a boy?

Who lives even if he wants to ... 

He was so angry with the world.

Take back your light that only darkness was made for us !! Not always sad. Just when the restraint was broken then the tears would start falling by themselves.