As I have attached to my innocent dear,

The Face of one is directly changed fast,

My Relation to the one is my mistaken tear,

When I came to know, that is not ever last,

It was slumber of me that he is far so loyal, 

I am useless without the reality of the faces,

It is like little boat near to big and fast yawl,

Which can be directly crashed by the traces,

Not only I am full under the control of my dear,

But also captivated by my all hopes of the one,

Neither I have became the obsolete none one by near,

Nor these are the actions of dear but seem clear one,

No!, No, my heart is lier this one dear totally made me mad,

Look at my heart, it is flattering of dear who made me mad.