The flute played a sad note,
The text typed did not seem right,
The words exchanged were deranged,
The emotions sampled were deliberately trampled.
Moving on to a new dawn she sang a song,
Commitments were wrongly drawn,
The prayers false to Gods wrong,
Destiny crushed for enemy's lust.
On that pedestal where do I go,
I came here on your flow,
I am but what I am,
Time trapped the man in me,
Trapped in my love to thee.
Blind, to the blind faith,
Wrath in me seals my fate,
I will live or die by your shut out gate,
My poisonous lead to munch on her golden plate.
Note: Love is a gift from the gods and the most coveted emotion in the world, and yet, one can feel but trapped if things don't work out - trapped in emotions, time and space....
