Once I was a super star,
For my date girls had war,
When I played my magical guitar,
Everyone shouted "Sarath Kumar"...
Once I got a golden chance,
To perform with her a dance,
For first time I holded her hands,
It was the birth of our romance...
I never saw such a face so cute,
Her smile stiffed my crazy foot,
Her voice had a tone of flute,
Oh!! she was a ripen fruit...
Once she called me on her marriage,
It badly led my mind to damage,
My love became a joke of my teenage,
And my career got thrown into garbage...
-Sharat Kumar.V