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The love of mine shedded like a flood,
My eyes had tears of blood...
Thorny bushes were on my end,
Happened while I was ploughing my sentiments...

Into the farm of my life,
I threw those pretty love seeds...
My life and love were ruined and thrusted,
By those ugly hatred weeds...

No ray of light and no sight of hope,
Whole myself was tied with the loneliness rope...
My nerves gave up,
Coz there was no scope...

The girl never let me,
Plough my sentiments...
Coz the love which I had for her,
Had no measurements...

Infinite measurements...
And ugly sentiments...