For this weary soul?
Just to wrap her in love
Before she goes awol?
Tired of all these miseries
She seeks some solace,
Tormented with questions
She’s a hobo, now turned soul-less,
Wandering in the crowds
She searches for one single face,
That she lost in the void space
She never wished for you
But you came along as a gift,
Now you tell her
There is no chance for her shrift!
Dying a thousand deaths
She still lives for your smile,
Blinded by your ego
You left her to rot like a senile
Despite loving you the most
What was her crime?
Among all that you did for her
Will you sing her one last time?
(c) Copyright 2016 Nirranjani Sakthi
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