I did cut a string 

before that, you gave me the last cut.

then you stabbed me from the back

but still, I moved forward.

Thanks for everything  to me you did.

Life is happening for me, indeed.

Do you see any simple thing?

Do you sleep well and dream sweet?

I don't have time to wish good.

And there is no time to wish any bad.

To the sun grows and blooms, a tree

If written, life is always a poetry.

Anything life does bring,

I learnt that no meaning of a safe guard.

I always knew, it was you who stabbed my back.

All I did was, moving forward.

You do Iive, I know, you will be,

watching self in whatever you see.