How often it happened in my life
When I felt all alone banged with a knife
When I wanted my nearest and dearest’s favor,
But that person swallowed someone else’s opinion rather.
That left me completely broken,
And not even a single section of my heart was sunken
To be right about selecting
That person as my nearest and dearest with complaining
My loneliness kept on begging,
If she could help me out of this mess starring.
Then I lost my hope when she said it ahead
Those hailstorm like words
And tears burst out, perhaps for a long time they shed.
I felt as if I was behead.
There’s nothing more I want to say,
‘Cause I haven’t reached so far
From gratifying myself into self-fray.