Yet I only keep the one in my heart, who left me forlorn

It sounds strange, the one who is not meant for us is affirmed unfaithful;

Yet I only keep the one in my heart, who left me forlorn.

The thought enlightening my mind is nothing but the touch of someone’s eye;

I know, he/she won’t come, still craving for love;

Never knew this ache, when I was in his/her arms.

All my efforts have gone oblivious; neither days are lovely nor nights are burning,

Yet I only keep the one in my heart, who left me forlorn.

When you love, but don’t ask in return; that’s the disposition of rare souls,

This is the blessing not an infliction that he/she lives with me though severed.

I am still the focus of that eye; my hand is still grasping his/her hand.

Yet I only keep the one in my heart, who left me forlorn.

The one who couldn’t utter my name; who desired but could never comfort my heart;

The one who was all in control of my heart and soul; yet couldn’t love me more.

That soul is my sole quest; that pain is my whole life.

Yet I only keep the one in my heart, who left me forlorn.