It is true that I am feeling bad,
But the heart breaking experience which I had,
Forces me to go away and never return,
For fire in place of love had my soul burnt,
And as I decides to uproot the envy,
The thorns once close to me pierce my ivy,
And roses melt into my own blood,
And my heart drowns in my tears those floods,
Last days of my pain is a boon or a bane,
But I am going away and that is for sure,
And I will not come back with a soul, which is pure,
So wish me for the guilt and regret I suffer not,
Or else I came on a cradle and will departure-,
On the death ‘s cot!
Keshie(29th oct. 2004)
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