Lo! here I tell you how I bled
from dawn to dusk, until I was dead.
A cut from my beloved, on my neck
On the very day, when I confessed.
A wound made, by so sharp a knife
fashioned from pieces of my shattered life.
An inch too deep to clog with blood
Forget the tender bandages of love.
A darkness that slowly grew over me
As he walked away, mercilessly.
I lay there, waiting for his return, in vain
somehow making a tryst with pain.
But as the sun slowly gave up on me
Leaving me stripped of its warm sympathy
I closed my eyes and let out my last breath
to be finally carried in the arms of death.