How imprudent I was!
I did not sense that very day,
That your heart was so fragile,
As a mynah made of clay!
I should have talked to you soberly,
Your thoughts I should have honoured,
I turned out to be unscrupulous instead,
Making you cry as a baby cornered!
I wish I could say ‘sorry’ to you later!
Alas! Gone like the wind you were!