I know the time would come someday
I would strode as you sprint away
plaintive tears like steady dew drops;
And a cold dawn would petrify me.
I would remind myself the sins of past
which never were incorrigible
or may be i thought them to be
or may be there were no sins
Melancholy would soon dissolve
convoluted words would sympathise me
here I resign to walk-in tomorrow
and the vicious circle continues.