Whenever I want to erase
Her picture from my soul
The very moment entirely
New picture take a whole
Would that she had not been
In her approach so heartless
The smooth wall of my heart
Would not be so shapeless
Her promises prove wrong
Which I thought to be true
She left my heart so silently
That could found no clue
Sure like death was her entry
In garden of my silent passion
I felt my heart happy and soft
As if fro her I gifted a cushion
Whom to complaint for justice
To avoid a capital punishment
Every breath is arrested by her
With a forceful encroachment
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