Oh enormous was the cost.
One glance, and my heart I lost.
A business that I did, at a loss big;
Because about me, cared he two figs .

Love entered softly, quietly, without any sound.
But in the sorrow of separation, I deeply  drowned.
My life after that was A constant  struggle; a real strife.
I  couldn't  be anyone else's thereafter; neither a loving wife.

My heart refused to listen to any logic or my head .
A living skeleton I was; living, yet dead.

Armin Dutia Motashaw