There was pleasure in fighting
In forgiving in chasing
And when all ended, no pause no comma
It was no fake but just a sheer drama
With no trace left behind but only cold memory
Heavy was the charge on my hearts treasury
Ridiculously painful was the teasing story
Once which happened to be my golden glory
Touched no where it deeply sank into me
Clutched no where it was aggressively free
Haunted my thoughts and encouraged me to flee
To no where I knew but on top of the magical tree
Old and gigantic and stretched till sky
Wide and open were desires high
Dropped me down at good spree
Here I laid death to feed on free
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