She stabbed me in my heart
And the fountain of blood gushed out
My heart is bleeding profusely and
I fell down, who was once her proud.
It was an open attack on my trust
And she made it all clear today
That I am for her no more the same
But, was merely a toy made of clay.
I feel fainted and found myself
In the dark pitch of abyss down
I remember all my days of haughty love
Now the time laughs at me like a clown.
She was veiled so my heart even now
Doubts, she can’t do like this.
But I can know her among thousands
And I am sure it was my darling Miss.
Nobody comes to my rescue,
For in her love I had discarded everyone
Now I am alone and suffer this pain
So have kept all hopes burnt, doors shun.
By Mohammad Ibrahim