AFFLICTION OF SENTIMENT
As he put his both hands on her waist,
As he caressed her rosy cheek;
As the crowd loudly cheers for them;
I silently and quietly hope that was me.
Shouting and giggles of people are evident in almost everywhere,
Yelling that they are good and great together.
I slightly smile at the thought.
But it hurts when I am being slapped with the truth.
Crooked and muddy path that we overcome,
In order to reach the almost mountain top.
The flame and cold wind of the evening was indeed solemn.
And the love for your chosen song was evident.
As they both swayed to the melodies and rhythm,
The midst of ache vigorously fondle in me.
All eyes were watching both of you.
But mine was already fixed looking for only you.
