Lonely Days

lonely I stay I even feel like sleeping on hay while I sit on clay I call her everyday she doesn’t reply on the same day even she doesn’t even leave me with a say on the sick bed which I lay I sit all lonely as I think slowly since she is punishing me badly although my love is not vanishing quickly I think of her sadly as I remember all I did for her willingly I hope she appreciates it happily although now to her I look silly she thinks I should give her a way since I sit on a bay in the early month of may but I cant afford to give her a way for her I will have to pay as I sit and pray although she thinks am doing a play whenever she is away