I am roaming around in the room,
Here and there and totally aimless,
I can not stay longer in my home,
Upon me I have become merciless!
I feel sad everyday and each second-
This feeling is not mitigating at all,
Don’t know when it’ll come to end-
Or don’t know when I will just fall!
I am reaching towards the last limit,
Last limit of my patience and fatigue!
Now my mind has become quite timid,
But yet everyone is making critique!
Still I’m waiting for the rare bonanza!
Without you how I’ll finish the stanza?