on that bright morning
when the birds peck upon the grains
of rice spilled
upon the rugged pavement
as the leaves of the bushes
are drying themselves
from the wetness
of dews
she left without leaving a note
what a contrast of life
what could have been a very beautiful world
what a sad life
how a heart can that be broken
how this world continues its spins and revolutions
how can a woman be so indifferent
to a man who should not have given up
when i meet you again
please be kinder
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