His life is moving, he wants it to rest,
His thoughts are open, his bare breast!
He is alone seated at his desk – his thoughts fly,
He smiles alone to himself as her images flash by,
Then suddenly he turns pale as he hears a cry,
Nobody around believes him, they tell, “it’s a lie.”
He tries to avoid but a cry had filled the air,
Again he remembers his girl-so lively and fair!
Now he found out, his broken heart led that cry,
There was no joy in his life- he wanted to die,
He could not, he was also a son, the poor boy!
But he was brave, not ignorant and not shy,
Yet his heart was groaning in pain, why?
His heart told him a truth, this time not a lie,
It cried, “I love her………..she is my”,
And the poor boy held his neck and wished to die.
The rings of fire- he could see around him,
He sat alone while all were staring at a film.
And now as I watch him staring lifelessly at the ceiling above,
I curse and thank god for giving this feeling called “love.”
My friend I pity you for the tears that came like rain,
But when will you laugh and sing and jump again?
There are many like you who face the same fate,
You are trying to forget her but dwells on your breath.
I tell this for you and all those for your passion,
Let your love be sincere and true in its action,
She may hate you but she will love you in your imagination,
And if you are happy, remember – thats your destination!
Do not let her fall for you affect your love for her,
And some day she will realize-you were true not an actor,
And if not, yet you didn’t condem, cheat or betray,
You will be called a fighter and for your joy- I pray!