It hurts

Miles away from my home
I dwell in this dome
With some unknown
Who once seemed very own

Our love is blown
With anger he has shown
And away I am thrown
To cry and moan

Hatred has grown
Happiness has flown
Peace has drown
Life seems like a cyclone

I wish to be alone
And live on my own
Praying for the one
Who has a heart of stone

Rachana Visaria