Alone I go everywhere
Beautiful Eyes
Luscious Lips
Women, the God's best creation
Out they are to make you sin
Into your mind and into your skin
Somebody's wife, Someone's love
I do not care for that momentary guilt’s
Slightest smile, My Dear you make;
Kindles the nerves all over my face
All these are mirage for me,
True is that women are a dream
Unintended gaze, whispers in your ears
Makes me go crazy for years
Still I sit for numerous hours
Try to solve this puzzle of chores
And then it struck my heart to see
The Truth beneath these dark dreams
Get to see my life ahead
Is sans wife till I am dead.
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