“Gotta write a letter to you,
If you get a chance, do read it.
Don't know how long I can endure,
But if you get a chance, do read it.

They say, time heals all wounds,
But there is no treatment to my condition.
If you get a chance, come and sit by me,
With you by my side even death is salvation.

The world hails one a pillar, an epitome of strength,
But inside, one battles with apocalypse everyday.
Sipping poison like delicate wine, time after time,
A loveless fakir gets used to be used and thrown away.

Read me or rip me, it is up to you.
So long as the heart beats, I'm waiting for you.”