The days in yearn
With the thoughts that it has all begun
The thoughts of love with my darling in,
Life was so very happy within
Days and nights went by
But thoughts of her never seemed to die
Then a time came,
When marriage was on cards,
Just,
God kept my card apart.
Yes, he played a spoilt sport… I felt like, he slit me from my throat
Wish, we could laugh together, wish we could cry
Atleast, without her, life won’t be so dry
Wish, our damn “kundli” matched
I wish my life was not so latched
Now, I am standing against the wall,
Cursing the day,
When God spoilt it all….
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