I became a traveler lost in time
A fading star waiting its demise
A road side singer in torn clothes
Begging for water to wash his throat
I began to die slowly like a leaf
Wandered like a cloud bereft of rain
A swollen river lost its way in flood
I became a sage without any zeal to pray
When you start hating me I
Killed the bird that sang many a song
To me of sublime love and woke me
With its sweet pranks shedding plumes
I felt like a derelict pond living
In the shadow of a dying banyan
When you started hating me I didn't
Need the death to scare me till my end
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