She came into my life, like a lightning.
She went from my life, like a dew drop.
I loved her when she was in my life.
Now I hate her.
Then, why did I love her?
I am loving her by hating her.
I am punishing myself by loving her.
Now I love her.
I loved her
The dard of a broken love is reflected in a simple manner.
Oho modern Changapuzha in the making