Sorry for the Pity

Was it not you who taught me
Being critical in every season
Was it not you who brought me into it
Being eager to learn the ‘diin’
Was in not you who always criticized me
Being close as a guardian



But after all have been said and done
Where all the eagerness disappear
And the fire is ceased away
And the careful thought is slowly gone
And the knowledge is faded in you

And when chasing the dream
You have cast the previous thing
It is not love that left over
It is a pity being a witness
of someone bending before a fake beauty