This silent atrocity is beyond my resistance,
I don't share the same level of perseverance.
Mere realisation of my existence is enough,
That concern portrayed is more than qualm.
To mind this all the time I'm no fool,
I'm not the one to dream all day and drool.
I learnt life is much beyond you and bit of you,
And yet last night I dreamt so much of you.
It has crossed well beyond infatuation,
It certainly is a sensitive mind, soul institution.
I'm in exultation of this on off situation,
To prove it all wrong is heights of miscalculation.