The tale before fortnight
wandering for quiet time;
Mind wasn't allowed to recollect
as heart ever docile.
The tale was forbidden
to even give a thought;
The ill-fated work of pen
wielded by a writer's distraught.
The tale was regarded
tragedy of two lives;
Can't help in the world of disguised
distinct by fallacious beliefs.
~Namit Agarwal
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