I lamented and lamented, Like the shore buried the ocean , How aching it's to weep near me, When i cremated me decades before In the dried lands of my life. I cried and cried , And atlast I got a route , Through the tears traces I walked and walked miles , To touch me once before I degrade in my forgets . Don't you fear the curse called Forgets, Where friends become strangers and the dead becomes unknown . How we gonna save ourself, From the beginning and end of forgets ? I'm the predefined " She " Still an ache beneath my chest , A scar behind my soul , Becoz I cremated her somewhere decades before . Now I don't know how I reach to her , I don't know the familiar she who i knew before . Still the grave land bleeds , And I failed in between me and her .