Our love living in pleasantness,
Was all well dressed with love.
A tender smile on its face,
And no sadness’ trace.
It started limping suddenly,
Tired of the distance between us.
All helpless and living in despair,
Suffering started smelling in the air.
Closing up with a kiss gave pain now,
As it became so hard to let one go somehow.
No one’s fault and it is all destiny’s play,
Whether our love will bloom or fade away…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag