This is the cry of a married woman who left her country and dear ones to be with her sweetheart. But as years went by, she realizes she was lonely at heart despite her desparate measures to keep herself busy to avoid loneliness and depression.
You accused me of not trying
You didn’t see me crying
I needed a companion
Who engaged in a conversation
And treated me like a darling,
You didn’t see my tears rolling
You gave me everything, but your time
I turned sour like a lime
I’d left home at twenty three
For you, I left my country
Gave up my dear ones to be with you
But you were busy with grants review
I know not what to say
You ignored my cries of dismay!