The path become mine

He doesn't get to meet me even for a moment

my heart met the one from whom I can't meet my destiny.

After all, it has become like the way of living

i continued walk then the path becomes like my own.

No one used to see me in the mirror

what happened to the mirror

it became like a spectacle

Seeing the face represented in the mirror

when I raised my eyes here

it became like a veil.

When did this crowd of hopes pass from here

so many lamps were lit that it became as dark as the heart and curd

day and night also passed

where did the age pass, every evening became like a habit of regret

waiting to meet should also be like meeting.

Gone at last, became like the wayward of living

i continued to walk, the path becomes like my own.