I can perceive 

My genuine intention is taken for a ride 

Modest tinkering only ...has incited 

The whole gamut of ill-feeling

My truthful utterance has no more chance, it seems

A sense of bickering has shrouded the horizon

Added to the plight and incomprehension

I am hurt by misgivings

Miffed by speculation

Flanked by an overdose of distress and disdain 

Our old love loses lustre 

Like a tattered apparel loses sheen

Having been worn over a period 

We better part ways and act as strangers...

Than remain bloodthirsty avengers.