No US without a fuss…!


There is no us, 

Without a bis fuss

Whenever you take my hand

Life comes with tough demands

It takes a toll very heavy

Taxes many get levied

The joy to come to you

Gets clouded with a tough residue

Mysteries that keep haunting

And make our life so daunting

Where is the joy that we came for?

Is this all that we asked in store?

No meaning that I can draw

Just feeling a terrible awe

Of being together with you

For I feel so down and blue

For probably there’ll never be a us

Without a big fuss….

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