I find her in all beautiful but cruel faces
Among all young damsels find her traces.
It keeps me away from all the beauty queens.
Even in movies now I hate love scenes.
The world after her is never the same
And I even cant enjoy the so called fame.
All riches, attachments, and care looks odd
If not lover her, might have called her fraud
She broke my heart, yet I love her
This sordid pain, can’t her image blur.
I understand her reaction was common, general
Though strong enough, but still a girl.
No doubt I suffer and feel great pain
Yet for her pray, that all the best she gain
By Mohammad Ibrahim.