I guess, I am lonely again for a long time coming,
It can't be said that; I love this state of mine.
Longing feeling goes on its way slowly,
it won't pay attention to bullying;
It is as if it has become deaf, it won't listen to anyone.
I have no promises to keep,
Those, who are to be forgotten are lined by the door.
Although you might have accounts to settle,
This heart (of mine) 's just had enough of answering questions.
Has anyone loved you other than me?
Have they taken you into their shadings?
Say that to my face will you?
Have you forgotten me?