Wandering loves often lose their threads,
But the one like ours’ do rare,
Love, which didn’t mean, could collapse
But ours’ was eloquent, was debonair,
Our love, I believed had founded liaison,
Twas only between me and you,
Then I ask, I scream from where,
Had our love twirled so untrue,
It is now years, my love didn’t yield,
A moment of convinced compassion,
It has now been years, you,
Don’t see ma’ face with passion,
Whenever I had gazed into your consummate eyes,
I watched spellbound, expected a smile!
You turned deceitful, just ignored my sight,
Didn’t even looked for a while,
I guess, you were the same whose,
Eyes I used to venerate,
You were the same, I guess,
Whose face I used to appreciate,
But how the time has rehabilitated,
Unnoticed by us all,
Sugar now reduced to ashes,
No water, no milk, only alcohol,
Sorrows now betrayed ma’ life,
Hatred resides in ma’ heart,
Solitude is now, in ma’ thoughts,
And crying is now, ma’ only art,
This doleful condition of mine,
Is the result of your lost interest,
I am now a quarter human,
Rest I am a drunkest,

O’ pardon me, the queen of beauty,
Of I had disturbed some moments of your life,
But at the same, I acknowledge you,
Thanks to disturb my life…