Had it been, any other being; I feel,
I could have survived the pain,
Dumped the distress, sought for a better end,
I'd have maybe, arranged and rearranged the closet,
to let time heal the wound,
Of which nobody even heard or knew,
The same, which you out of everybody, had to inflict upon me,
The very same which made me wake up in sweats and shudder all through.
Now as I sit, tracing the lines of this soaked tissue,
I know I wouldn't have come to the conclusion of concluding me like this,
Had it been any other being,
I probably would have sat in the same corner of this room,
Wishing you to come and console me with a kiss.