Day by day,
She died inch by inch,
Blinded by her love for him,
While his words pierced her heart like a sword.

Unable to break the menacles in which she was caught,
Unable to let him go away,
He was like poison,killing her everyday.

Her fault was she gave too much to him,
She built a palace of illusions and whims,
And no matter how much she gave away,
He was bound not to stay.
For,he was the hunter and she was her prey…
And it was meant to end,
Just end someday…!!

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Vagisha Arora
Writing liberates me in ways nothing else can.I think that a writer is someone who can write about anything and everything without any hitch.

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