She, a stranger, I, unknown as well,
No true intent, no tale to tell.
Just "Darling" slipped, a careless phrase,
Oh friends, I've walked a dangerous maze.
She, with a vow as light as air,
First, a toss of braided hair,
Then a tilt of her graceful head,
I thought, "Into my net she's led!"
Dreams I spun in fleeting space,
Then a sudden, cruel embrace.
She, in whose dreams I'd found my ease,
Looked past me, indifferent, with such breeze,
And that same "Darling," swift and bold,
Slapped my cheek, a story told.
Oh friends, I've walked a dangerous maze.
Sipping beer within a bar's dim light,
Lost in music's throbbing might.
One, consumed by liquor's fire,
With a friend began to tire.
I tried to ease their bitter fray,
"What gain in conflict, come what may?"
Drunk, he clasped me, holding tight,
Left him there and chose to fight.
Bruised and battered, turned to red,
Oh friends, the path I'd tread.
To a distant kin, a wedding's call,
I traveled with the groom through all.
I whispered, as we walked, "My friend,
Don't wed, the path will surely bend.
Consider costs, the world's despair,
Flee now, before you're in a snare!"
Shocked, they heard my foolish plea,
The wedding party pummeled me.
No chance to flee, no place to hide,
Oh friends, the path I'd stride.
A fair was whispered, far and wide,
Each street proclaimed its hopeful stride.
A wrestling bout, a prize to claim,
Two lakh rupees for winning fame.
A wrestler, driven by desire,
I fought with all the strength to fire.
My breath grew short, my ribs did groan,
He broke my face, I was overthrown.
Oh friends, the path I'd known.
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