So I met someone, and they were nice.
That’s like rare for me….. and does entice.
I bloomed with affection and grew happy and grew happy.
And then, not so long ago in past,
Everyone took out their spears and yelled – ‘CAST’.
Wounded I fell… and landed on a Pen!
These are the last words, I could pen.
Thanks for the tragedy…I needed it for my ART!
It’s all for the love of ART……
Let’s destroy each other emotionally…
and it’s all for the love of ART!