The feelings of my heart,

are not only an imitation.

They will neither depart,

nor turn away by deception.

You always behave with me,

oddly to hurt my dignity.

Then why do you try to attract me,

with your power of gravity ?

When you hold my hand,

my words become shapeless,

and powerless to take any stand,

in the mood of silence.

I don't wish to complain,

either your mood or the universe,

But my last wish is to see you in mourning,

during my funeral procession...