Snatching my cigarettes, then pulling my hair
Untimely hugs and slaps, then unconditional care
Your psychic habit, of deciding the class bunk
Then staying sober, seeing me getting drunk
Hearing my sickness, leaving everything behind
Scolding me being angry, then loving me being kind
My canteen-your lunch box, my expenses-your purse
Your smile-my ecstasy, your world-my universe
Not my mother not my sister, neither girlfriend nor wife
Let the world be my side, but I need you in my life
I wear your watch, your shoe, and your jacket blue
I can sustain with your gifts, but can’t live without you
My emotions are unpleasant, like a newly caged bird
I am lost without your hand, like a child in the herd
Won’t you come back, see what I am going through
I am not in love; I am too much used to you.
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