This lament is lingering in my senses, mine own thoughts are insisting me to leave me. My name starts with thine
And thy pain that flows through each my rhyme.
All my thoughts that rest upon thy eye
Have grown older begging apology.
I still do twit thy worthless choice
For considering me as your priority.
I'm no one nor I could be
The one you dreamt for to.
I'm just a smell of thy beauty
A condiment for the taste of you.
I left you, t'was my choice though
But still each night I think of you.
With pillows by my side, I loose
Myself daily in search of you.
©saifuddin
S