Instant poetry on chat:

hold on to what u can
till all the good times wan
fade into the history of past
memories are all that last
who cares for anything at all
bruised that u are after ur fall
shaking ur head in gestures sorry
think no more. don’t u worry
for everything that goes wrong
u don't have to wait all that long
soon things will be all right
and the worst will be out of sight
and some things will get lost in the mist
and people will become just names on the list

Man!!! What a pseudo antel (which means 'intellectual' in Bengali) I can be at times. Blame it on the damned mood.