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.