Dear Host,

I didn't really wanna ruin the mood of your party
But I can't help myself neither can you help me,
Guilt flows through my body when I see you disappointed
Can't help my brain to let a smile on my face be.
I didn't choose to be glum
nor did I want to be the doom - of your mood.
Under the neon light, I stood, being misunderstood
by you. The face of your guests said, "Dude!
Don't be so rude or prude!" But their lips construed
"U K?!?" Barely a query,

More of a "Get your shits together. Try to know better.
It's not a place for ye, But at the host's mercy,
you're here. So try hard to be free from the debris 
of your dreary mind and face of weary"
So once again I plea, take my apology
If I ever turn out happy, I'll throw you another party.

About the author:

Diya Rahman is a student of govt womens college,Barishal. She has a vartesitle interest on different aspects of science and likes to explore the amazing world of literature.