One of these days I'd miss you and cry,
Your whisper and the times you asked me 'why? '
For the happy days you've given,
My sulky eyes cry more and gets driven.
It wasn't your lie that ended it all at once,
But your fierce love, twas out of chance.
Here I'm telling the world about the one I knew,
Yet unsure if you are the same as days passed few.
The warmth you had then is lost somewhere,
And I fear losing you the pain is hard to bear.
He may be known to few or may worth nothing,
I was blind, spellbound 'coz for me he was everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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