Who Loves Me? Poem by Shuaib Saifi

Would there were someone who lov'd me,
In my sorrows who asked how I am?
Partook in both my grief and glee;
And with whose name I wrote my name.

Alas! I couldn't get that kind of destiny,
That could supply me the glee, the pleasure; -
Spending all his wealth too none could see,
Only a true and faithful heart can measure.

Oh, no! how I, fool, forgot the dear thing?
Who ne'er lets me be single anywhere;
When this world kicks me, it does gladly sing
A mournful song and live with me ever.
That's Dejection, who's lov'd me since my start,
And I really feel it today my life's major part.