In the shadows of trust, we once stood tall,
Shared whispers of dreams, through every call.
But time revealed what we failed to see,
The silent drift of your heart from me.

Laughter fades where it used to bloom,
Echoes linger in the silent room.
Promises worn like an old, tattered cloak,
Words that once healed, now only choke.

Stars that guided now seem to fall,
In the void of night, I hear your call.
Yet the echo returns, empty and cold,
A friendship once new, now weary and old.

In the garden of memories, I wander alone,
Seeking the warmth that has long since flown.
Yet even in loss, there’s a lesson to find,
A bewafa dost teaches the strength of the mind.