The memory lane of my mind,
with all the extensions to eternity,
is blocked by a variety of reasons
and the gloom rules in its entirety.
Caught in the abyss, I grope for a clue
which could lead me at least to a glimpse;
a slightest of your smiles that you so lavishly
gave, or any of your tears; the little jewels
that I used to collect in my palm.
My woes it seems are willfully increased
by a contemptuous Fate, when it decided
to leave my heart untamed.