Being single is the curse of time

Living the life in gleeful demeanor

Veiling the anguish, enthralled by past,

All I need was someone to love me

Like a forlorn pappus, I floated

Dazzled by the salubrious perfidy of love

I lurched and lurched in the wind of fate

Bustling towards my baffling destiny

There were no more likes or dislikes

Cuddling all those proffered throbbing

Little time to wait and mourn

As I know the end is near

Being single is the bliss of time

Far away from the thrall of affinity

No one to fetter, nothing to expect,

All I need is to love myself