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.