Besmirched bonds, an inexorable decline,
They await in the shadows evanescently;
Lasting only in the fleeting moment,
Where the melody of fate
Seems to synchronise with our heartbeats.

They are the broken ballads
In the rhythm of our pulse
But these broken ballads -
They find a different cadence,
The way our hearts conjoin with another’s.

Therefore, while you stand before me,
Our hearts have a distance of evermore.
But I remain in hope, perhaps forlorn,
That the wind will lead me to another tune
To the start of bliss and the end of the broken ballad.

© Netra.