The memories of you suddenly creeps,
haunting me even in my deepest sleep,
When my heart starts to weep,
And my thoughts take a leap.
What you sow is what you reap,
Your love, a wolf in the costume of a sheep.
And the hurt touched me so very deep,
Even in my dreams it haunts and waits to peep.
I am no longer a person, who is cheap,
As my heart was cleared as I started to sweep.
I have mourned and also wheep,
As your heart was too steep.
I’ve no place in your heart, to keep,
Yet my love remains true and heap.
A beat of my heart may skip,
But your name will forever last on my lip.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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