The Venom of Loneliness
Loneliness is biting me like a cobra
Its venom is killing me bit by bit
Now I have become something like an animal
I don’t bathe, wash my face and brush my teeth
Regularly
It seems without you I will die like a street dog
I don’t comb my hair, Put on clean clothes,
Go out for a walk and do any job
Regularly
I can’t concentrate on anything
I no more like to write, dance and sing
I spend sleepless nights like the rats and bats
I fall asleep in the morning like night guards
I startle hearing ring of my phone thinking it’s from you
I keep on wondering why it’s happening to me more and more
I am like a flower in a garden and you are like a butterfly
I wait for you all day long day after day
My beautiful petals fall one-by-one
My sweet smell is carried away by rain and wind
But you do not come, my friend
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