How you are loved by many ,
Adored by the norm,
How you would carry the year,
To a season of joy and giving ...
Yet as each term passes by,
You would reject me of the season of happiness,
You would reject me of the season of happiness,
Batter my soul into oblivion,
Imbue loneliness into the pith of my existence,
Drown me in the depth of sorrowed ocean ..
Tormented, I would be left to ...
