Garden is where I once was; more stinking than graveyard that is here;
Once a butterfly flying freely in the garden; now on the ground, wings being plucked.
The colour, the odour, the vigour all lost in seconds—the result of my naïveté.
Poetry, like the beauty of one, my life was so colourful; a single decision can
Alter one’s life; it did in my case too; I should’ve stayed home – but giving in to
His green eyes, I eloped; only to realize I ran towards darkness, and not love.
Lust filled their eyes and every of their tissues, and nothing else, who
Would come everyday one by one to quench their thirst--ignoring
The fact that I was not thirsty; selfish two legged creatures, they all are.
Dusk is what it is now; what it is always here for there’s no light; I thought
The dawn will come, the 1st time he compelled me, thought that all will be well
Should sun come, but yet not dawning; the sun never came for the last 3 months.
“Dream on till your dreams come true”; it came true only to slap me.
For I dreamed of a ticket to hell; should’ve realized it the very 1st time
I felt that crush; now it is out of my hands; being a victim is cruel.
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