As I set off to experience the unknown
Optimistic about my chances, in spite of being alone
Melancholy and sadness take me back to my past
And remind me of events that still leave me aghast
For I committed a crime worse than treason
I murdered someone's unconditional love without reason
She had done no wrong, my fallen morale she would rouse
But circumstances portrayed me to be, in love, a louse
I think of those pleasant autumn evenings
When two lovers would talk about the usual beautiful things
I think again and again of those cold, wintry days
When, hand in hand, we'd walk into the foggy haze
The elders detested it, they always saw red
They tried to put age-old wisdom into my head
That this was all but a passing fancy
That there'd be many other beauties for me to see
My heart is still rent with the ignominy of the decision
That destroyed our brittle Paradise with precision
This lone lost soul still cries out for her silently
And prays for her to return to life's affairs happily
RONY PATRA
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