Ink-Stained Affection

The Chariot of Farewells

Poison-filled pain, a tender knowing, 
You loved the one who was never yours, 
Dwelling always in another's heart. 

Despite your ceaseless giving of joy, 
Bearing an ocean of sorrow silently, 
You never protested, not even once. 

For a fleeting moment, 
They were never yours, 
Dwelling always in another's heart. 

Steadfast like a mountain, 
Enduring thunder that pierces the heavens, 
You built dreams in the sanctuary of your soul, 
For the one you loved. 

But for a mere instant, 
They were never yours, 
Dwelling always in another's heart. 

If the breeze could carry a message, 
Crossing hundreds, thousands of rivers, 
Reaching its destination in twelve long months— 

You considered all worldly ties trivial, 
Abandoning them for their sake. 
Even the universe would stand witness, 

Yet in their heart's sanctuary, 
There was no space for you. 
Forever you deceived yourself, 
Thinking you were the vessel of their love! 

Unwavering passion— 

A deeply rooted tenderness, 
All went in vain. 
You were never echoed in their heartbeat, 
For the sake of a mere fleeting moment. 

When the warmth of your emotions broke, 
She chose the cold path instead. 

And all around, you’ll only hear then, 
The chariot of farewells, 
The chariot of farewells.