The Other Woman
The Other Woman
You are hers, not mine!
I realize it and am fine
She has you and so do I
She is life but for me, in memories!
Life is strange, her love is valid
My love, though, is solid
She can hold your hand
I can, only in my dreams!
As she lies in your arms, I lie alone
With your picture on the phone
I clutch it wildly, as I grope around
To find you and hold u!
The world applauds her but I get only crumbs
She smiles triumphantly
While I crush your love in my heart
She wears your sindhoor
While I, dress in your love!