Now my eyes are filled with the blood of heart,

Because now my life is alone as a set.

In how many arms and hugs was I caught?

And with how many people I have met?


Dear! Nothing matters now at all,

No one cares anymore.

Only tears are having a downfall,

After eyes saw their fore.


How many masks one person had?

No one ever recognizes, to that.

But I found that to be glad,

Bad men hiding in the good’s hat.


But how idiot I wish of the death,

Despite I was dying every second.

How strangely godsend is my sleuth,

Never leaves even when fortune is rent.    

Also Read: I Fell in Love with a Moon

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