It's your un-liking
which makes my day
I wake up to it every day
to check those texts which pass
through the virtual element of my reality
then starts the unfolding of a tale
slowly created to destroy with pleasure
demolition so beautiful
that even nature's finest curses shy away
yet you undo yourself slowly
to bounce back with those mellifluous scorns
you have travelled through time
creating havocs restoring sins
being a victim of this eternal fate
You hate my love and I.... love your hate...
About the Creator
Arghya Banerjee
realizing the attempt to flourish in this world futile left job from the manufacturing and corporate sector just after an year. now just thrive in penning down while seeking knowledge.
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