It wasn't far back when life was a pleasant dream,
a scenery painted with birds, bees and flowing stream.
Days went with each morning bright,
exuberant impatience for twilight
I lived each day as i thought it's meant to be,
never realizing the awaiting atrocity.
I did not choose to do so, for now I repent,
was it my actions that made you distant?
Each moment I spent is a memory,
be it a fraction of second, than let it be
I do not frown on the past, neither I dwell jealousy
It's only a question. What were we meant to be?
You were there as an inspiration, a source for my strive.
For you I willed it all, for only you I thrived.
I begged, entreated and tried in vain,
I feared the misery, intelligible pain.
I questioned your trust, your faith in me,
Doubted if you deserved the way I loved thee.
Now no more I seek vengeance, love or sympathy,
if this is what it takes for you, then let blame be on me.
I don't wish to woo you by these lame words, no more.
It's just a burden that my heart bore,
I hope for no respect, none I can visibly see,
it's just an ode for what you were, are and always be.
