“I played it my symphonic tunes,
Far away right from my garden,
Making its heart dance the rhythm,
As my heart was severed from the burden
Of sorrow,
For in her, I was stuck!

In the garden, I planted this tree for it- the bird,
On the branches, I weaved a nest,
For it to come, rest and stay,
But I can’t tell whether it stayed or flown,
I’m confused!”

Under this fateful soliloquy,
That shoved me away from my allies,
Made me wander lonely like a snake,
Fearlessly in this botanical garden,
I’m confused !

I eagerly foreshadow the portraits,
Hoping for a relief of the fateful moments,
But a blackout of vacuity reins the mind.
Though the rains shower my tear drops,
And I seem okay, but I’m confused.

Open up my queen, redress my quest,
Via mail, tale, letter, song or even a yodel,
Your silence is my compunction, killing my soul,
I only have you, we actualize our dream,
Without you, I’m confused!