ANUMEHA

Against my will, I stand,

Beside my own reflection, still;

Gone with the wind, as they would say,

Dry and desperate in the month of May.

Dark, deep depths engulfing me,

And all I want is to have my say;

Drowned by my own self-control, I turn around—

There was hope, but nothing I found.

Far from me, she laughs, she sings, she dances;

I remain a prisoner of my own circumstances.

My heart was true, but my words were few;

I was only myself—she found nothing new.

I was torn to pieces, the sun staring at me;

In the midst of doom, I wonder—where is she?

She was my life; I was deeply distressed,

My mind bewildered, my thoughts suppressed.

Helpless, I drift along the breeze that blows;

Happiness starves while misery flows.

Joys are few, and sorrows are more;

Alone and aloof, I stand at the shore.

I am not a poet—it's the pain of my soul;

On this parchment, I have poured it whole.

Her essence still lingers in the air;

I loved her—I truly swear.