Provocation!

Angered by my helplessness

He left me like,

In the lines of his hands

I never was!

And this needlessness of his now

In the shape of the stain of infidelity, 

In the palm of my hand

Will draw a deep line

Who will witness a story

Which began with a dialogue,

With a song full of honey, with hymns

In the shape of a shower of love,

In the form of his heart's desire

 In the shape of eye-lip hangover,

In a form of fire

Reasonable, restless, 

You used to love me In the shape of spring seasons,

In the form of the arrow escape

And now left as,

In the shape of a liver transplant

As if you never wanted me

I never settled in your heart

As if you never cry for me, as if you never came to me! 

And if this is the truth, then O' tyrant!

So why is this line on my heart?

In the shape of the stain of infidelity,

In a form of restlessness

Is a witness to a story! 

According to your story

It is the mischief of an imagination

Thirsty and scattered desert form

The form of cold and snow

The form of endless tears

A form of desperate sighing

The face of a czar who is worthless

In the palm of my hand

Your face is like a scar!