A stranger he was

Nobody he was

Never he crossed ways even in dreams

Never thought such spirit I’ll come across

Might be history repeating itself?

How can the (my) creator allow such

Which are the plans you talk about

Plans to prosper you say or said

Was it in your plan, I met him?

Still your plan that I cry today?

Heartbroken,

my every bit of me shattered

How can you allow him to cross my path?

I wonder how is he coping with this

As for me,

I’m finished.