For you I’ve done a lot,

But gave me tears with your immoral plot,

Have gone blind with your pretty beams,

Lost own in your myriad dreams.

What’s the worth of that nightmare?

Which we have festooned with care,

Promised to bring down paradise on earth,

But couldn’t find a single tranquility except hurt,

Still remember those parks, streets and corridors,

Where we used to have pleasurable moments in downpours,

Have gone wild and loved you like crazy,

Cheap was your act & took the relationship so easily,

All night long, have written your name on pillow with tears,

Now you’ve moved out making my life hell, full of sears.