Why is that still about I think and write
even when you are nowhere around in sight?
Why does your thoughts come to me when am alone
that too when I know you've someone as your own?
Why was that fate made both of us, in life, encounter
when it knew towards the end it would be all bitter?
Why is that the past mistakes I repeated all over again
and even now iam still enduring the pain?
Why is that, on you, I had a lot of expectation
as though I didn’t know that it would end as frustration?
Why is that iam unable to to sit back and ponder
of what all I committed as a blunder?
Why is that iam still unable to efface
the picture of what used to be your face?
Why cant you, for the last time, clarify
so that I don’t have to let out a sigh?
Why is that till now I am unable to sleep
even when the mind has asked the heart not to weep?
Why is that I feel that one day, you'll come back
by understanding that it is me that you lack?
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