No vow, No pledge,
No such promise.
Neither your beauty is alluring,
Nor my touch is so influensive.
Neither the world is dance lover,
Nor I am Cinderella,
Nor you are a Prince.
We are in this battlefield, mere
Two brave and warrior hearts.
This relation has tinge of athwarted hue.
We are to pick the loaf of life from
The same plate.
We are to snatch our amenities from
The mushroomed mouth of same dragon.
Just suppose a key to hilarity in this fight,
As much in my content,
So much in your benevolence.
I wish to grow up in your shade,
Making your hands shadow to my eyes
To see the waneless glitter of sun with you.
Beyond this my heart haven't thought.
Even then the account is:
A hope keeps heart pumping life;
A fear freezes the blood.
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