My world now has changed,
Wrapping me with borrowed gleams: short-ranged,
To have my pains unnoticed and the cries unheard.
Smiles are uncharmed and desires are disarmed,
Nights are moonless and days are without lights,
Chats are without pats with happiness under the mats,
Subdued and colourless are the scarce dreams,
Without a hint of any existent gleams.
This is a woeful and malignant grief,
And I cannot explain it in brief.
It’s more like beating a dead horse,
Because I know I can only remorse.
(17th November 2010)
Adopted from my previously written poem ‘A World Without You’ (13th April 2008),
the then my own favorite and still so close to my heart.