English version 2940
Punjabi version 2941
Hindi version 2937
I thought you'd be my love, seeing your gaze,
But I stood in shock at your striking ways.
Deceit and lies were sold in the air,
I trembled to witness the market's despair.
Where truth was crushed, and falsehood grew,
I carried the burden of honesty through.
I sought some peace but found only noise,
Conflict surrounded, erasing my joys.
With a broken heart, I chose to part,
What could I do with your cold, hard dart?
When I believed you were lost to me,
Your sudden confession was a shock to see.
Toward my goal, I walked with care,
Avoiding the thorns that lingered there.
6.58pm 22 Nov 2024
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