I was disturbed
As if wounds were rubbed
Giving pain with long tease
Rest of the life may not be at an ease
I felt heavy burden
That has struck me all of sudden
She had left me alone
As if the wind had blown
I do not mind about change
Some of the things are not easily managed
It can be said “bad luck”
They may often struck
Mind remains restless
Shine goes of the face
You like to talk no one
You may prefer isolation
Time may heal
And fill
The vacuum may not remain
Eve though left over may be some pain
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