I thought I am beyond frivolity:
The age of chance and play.
Unaware, the churlish devil creeps up on me,
Catches me, pins me down with the bloodstained fork.
I gave in to indulgence,
Sensual pleasures without commitment.
Yet how I regret after,
The end of it all, an emotional torture.
I learnt through these painful lessons,
that loves is the strongest bind of all.
Oh I hate those hideous laughters,
The devil's gloats over my silent suffering.
I wait and ponder,
Stare far yonder.
Will an angel to come?
Smite the devil and release me,
and bestow a long awaited second life.