Why is it that I suffered,
Why was I too attached?
Despite knowing; that place wasn't my home,
And was soon supposed to be detached.
    Why did I give a special place to those people then,
When, I knew this pain would have been obvious,
The separation from the people there would create a storm in me disastrous.
    Why do I treat anyone else with the utmost endearment I have,
And get attached everywhere with everyone easily.
   This weakness falls too heavy on me each time,
And leaves another wound on this wounded heart deeply...