I feel so lonely,
To the extent of being in an exile,
This world seems like a turmoil,
Love being ejected from its roots and soil,
Or is it just my life I wonder,
That has no rains but thunder,
I discover something new in the roof each night,
Shamelessly looking at it with lights shining bright,
The fan looks like the paper windmill,
Which we gazed for hours in childhood, for time to kill,
The tick of the clock sounds like a roar,
As the heart fails to hear the vows you swore,
I slept like a baby hearing your voice,
But now these sleepless nights have no choice,
As I gaze at the roof, living your memories to rejoice.
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