Nightingales are singing,
But I cannot appreciate their song,
All I hear is irritating chirping,
After you, everything in me is so clearly wrong.
The roses are fragrant and cheerful,
But I cannot enjoy the beauty.
My all organs
Have suddenly broken the treaty.
The part of me that was left with you,
Has been replaced by madness.
An intense feeling of destitution,
An intense feeling of sadness
- Nachiket Tayshete
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