Hopeless I went to my mattress,
Started to stare at the wall,
Unawared, she got painted after all,
Tried to close my eyes,
but, her outline got materialized.
Desperate , I turned aside.
Attempted to clear my imagination,
Her inflection , got my attention,
Hurriedly I seeled my auditory,
but.. her intonation still apply,
Wretched, I held close cushion.
Struggled to quit my observance,
My essence , got too irascent.
Gradually my head got out of bed,
You wisely accomplished what you can
She'll never ever fractionally comprehend.
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