Before the iron grilles, you stood dead stop, With no wail no weep nor with a single teardrop, The distance that day was such kind of strange. That I could see you at sight but got out of range. Neither any way to reach but there's a way to flee. So with tears in eyes I got an excuse to disagree, You were too shocked to ask for my helping hand, Along with that I stuck to my own stubborn stand, None of us could change but you bore all the stress, I was guilty of injustice that today I must confess.
