Poetic Justice

O' my inamorata,

I can't stand as your fan 

Among the multitude to see you waving your hand.

Success has made you flippant 

And 

The star in you has assassinated our love story.

You have hoodwinked me, 

And I am nothing for you.

The moon, the stars 

And the azure sky those had lent you quality time to romance me, 

Hadn't yet erased the truth of the past.

Whenever you will muse on them,

My memories would haunt you 

To demand poetic justice.