I don’t know why it is,
But it is all rude,
All m y friends and fans have,
Left me where I stood.
It was never such way,
Before the crises fell,
And then so suddenly,
I never knew I was ever well.
Sitting alone on the rotting wood,
Those memories I recall,
When all was sparkling and as good,
As singing of the lark.
Why could this have happened?
My heart thinks and weeps,
As merry as thundershowers,
My pager slowly beeps.
But I never think to see,
Coz I know what it could be,
Another, whom I liked,
Must now be setting me free.
I’ll cease to live in this unearthly world,
Where hatred is a default.
I wonder why HE left me here,
Where things are always at fault.
I wish, there could be another world,
Where liking never sways.
I think I’ll see my pager now,
Maybe, it is to occur this way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem