I see you crying alone
And the tears roll down like torrents,
At the mid night, in total darkness,
As thunderbolt pierces the sky outside
You wish to hold me tight.
There are no sobs,
None is there to console you!
You are not complaining
That life has changed after initial days,
As you used to say while combing your hair,
In front of the mirror!
But looking around to know
If my eyes were on you!
The mirror has gathered dust
Without any cleaning for many days!
The house is in order
Without you having to clean
Several times a day!
Imagine, how you were driven mad
To find me making a mess of things
Each time, I came back home.
Though I am around you
But you can never see me there!
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