To the dashing twilight,
That brightened his nightlight,
Now leaves a man,
Full of crater memories,
Each wakeful day,
He begs and prays,
That the life that he had,
Can be returned- someway,
Foolish as he may seem,
His plight is not hasty,
For he had a kiss of heaven,
Each heartbeat- racy,
He has seen no angels,
Or miracles in his life,
But he met the perfect woman,
His potential future wife,
This is where u notice a twist,
Where all this was budged,
A touch of devilish wish,
And his whole mind drugged,
Now, don't you start thinking?
Giving your beliefs,
As if your two cents count,
It won't relinquish his thirst,
Some call him names,
And others keep quiet,
Fools love he had inquired about,
And a life full of pain he acquired.
(11200130) Copyright © 01/01/2007 Ronil Tataria
