I’m born of the uppermost caste, finally disgraced.
You are of that enemy side, the name, we must not take.
But still, by whose fault and curse, we met by the face?
Whose bad luck was it when I fell into the gorge?
Even though, never expected those answers.
But during those hot sleepless nights,
When my mind shuts itself out,
These questions come alive.
I thought it was just a pretty crush,
Which like a hangover drops with a lemon bite…
It’s over for you I know, I know it very well,
But I don’t know how the little ray of hope made rainbows.
How and when the crush became into admiration,
And admiration into dedication, devotion and obsession,
I never understood. Like a biological alteration,
You left wordlessly after giving me a lesson about true love.
I was emotionally bland first. You gave me the words,
And a reason to speak out, but then you left me in a state, worse.
Oh, Lame Saint, such is my ill luck, I can’t even call us a couple,
Of star-crossed lovers. I know we never were.
I don’t l0ok often into any of the mirrors lately,
The image repels me – one that couldn’t touch your heart.
I’d break everything that’d remind me of it,
And besides I have a personal score to settle with glass.
Just on a mere train of thought,
I would like to lean over a clear brook-
I’m sure I can end my life that way,
Imagining I’m you looking through my eyes…
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