"Crying has become your hobby", he said
I hung up, kept crying, went to bed
Kept crying this morning in the train
Tears continued to flow in the rain...
Suddenly, in the rain, the rain very same
Saw a little girl playing an innocent game
With a fallen sari of her mother, happy galore
Not knowing, she didn't have a home anymore
I cried again, crying being my hobby
Reminded of a book, read in my marble floored lobby
What Colette says with a lot of conviction,
Love is not an honorable emotion!