If I only knew that my heart would be broken
and bleed internally endlessly like
perennial river, I wouldn’t have let my heart
be diced so carelessly and remorselessly.

Sometimes I tell myself that maybe I was
destined to pass through turbulent and
agonising relationships which were like
walking through thorns barefoot.

If I only knew my life wasn’t gonna be a
dictionary of futile person as wood
eaten by ants day and night like the
melting and fading love in a relationship.

Oh! God, mustn’t I deserve happiness as
rancour and clamour are my everyday life.