Trust…

Just a matter of fact,
When feeling no more,
Is it on only one act?
Or the passage of yore;

When things don’t shine,
With blossoming rose,
To be true to be mine,
Like incomprehensible prose;

When parting hug is not tight,
Eyes don’t shower waterfall,
You just don’t wait till last sight,
Face manages a smile after-all;

Why they came why they went,
To make me happy or sad,
Took some life’s part without rent,
No voices when silence clad;

Its they say life moving,
Its has its different shade,
All the fun just fleeting,
Trust look like a spade;
-Tushar