In the prime of our times
You left citing an obscure reason
Leaving the birds of mistrust
Shuffling its wings in the prison

Of my heart; where once your
Tear tainted face got engraved
In a page of my guiltless life
Promises broken were saved.

Who do you think is yours?
May be your ego and vain.
Love died in the alter of wealth
And I bled and cried in pain.

A simple heart has been drawn
Into the whims of a beauty
Unaware of the grave sequel
For worshipping a false deity;

I could have new dreams
To lift me through the abyss;.
Believe me; no one would ever care for you
And would say ‘She is just an ordinary lass.’