Motionless!

Though I met her a long time ago,
I do not know her any more.
At that time, I was fond of her.
But now, I truly do not know her.

A pretty girl midnight cries.
Is unheard in a quiet night.
Does not stir even a single guy.
As though, she is voiceless.

Not truly interested in her.
Her cries are meaningless.
Even with her many appeals
He remains motionless.

At times, a man’s choice
Is driven by concern,
But where there is no love,
He remains motionless.

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