Whom shall I choose to hug
The part of me you accepted
Or our memories you openly denied?
It wasn't a rejection, at least!
I feel worse but not the worst
Unlike it happened the last time
What's the use of spilling out myself now?
The foetal intimacy had a child called emptiness
Give me an excuse to apologize
So that I can get rid of this severity
An emotion, at the most suicidal
Common ground for sympathy has vanished
And we've lost the old charm
Once you used to be picturesque
Today thee have grown senile
I can see some links prospering
Where was that endeavour about us?
Am I boring, to a fault?
I thought you loved my eloquence
Was on the threshold of confiding in you
Resisted, tackling thy rivers of sophistication
Oh my Lord! Many thanks for this redemption
And bestowing the kindness on me
Via one of your favourite sons or siblings