Woke up on a frosty morn,
Shattered to my bone.
A bizarre agony in my chest,
the cause of which, is sadly known.
We parted ways in ways we never imagined,
But I became a mazda, all spavined.
The occasional gigglings; the mild fondlings,
It all turned to boondogglings.
The pain, the anguish, the weltschmerz,
Culminated through our goodbye.
The times we spent, the miles we ran
Perfect ? Yes, well-nigh.
So here I am with an ode to the beholders
Come help me recoup my whole.
My life needs some poetic justice
Just to restore my demolished soul.
~Shahin Ahmed Choudhury