Sour like a lime

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!

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