Come my dearest, let me revise,
Why did I fell in love?
Not once, but thrice,
Why, my heart, I let it pluck?
Before I can learn, the meaning of love,
I offered him me, as offering to deity,
For years, I tried, to interwine our fates,
truth to be told, he refused to be my mate,
They say "first love" is bitter, though it was sweet,
I was wretched when he left me,
So, I weeped and cried,
beside a crowded bar,
Inside my own heart,
Just for once, I say, I was greedy all again,
I wished for a friend and he appeared as a rain,
In the heat of summer, he cooled down my flames,
Yea! He was worthy, I scream
Of all my sighs, all my cries,
Yea! He was a dream,
I dreamt for a while,
'tis not an end, but was my last time,
I saw him once, no thrice!
Now, for him I bet, myself and I,
His sight I seek everyday,
I can wait, yes, I can wait without a complain,
Alas! I can't have him, I know
I am too poor, oh! love, I can't afford.