On a roasting daylight sun
With zillion plights of loneliness
Troubled, bruised and wounded heart
Panting alone all alone
Harshly rejected by her own soul mate
Was crying on the footpath edge
Idiot my little heart
Tried to soothe her
Tried to convince her
But refused she
For she desires only the heart
That has severally played with her
Whom she has committed already
Her body soul and hear
8.52 pm 03/06/16
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