The
withered flower once lush
Will
stay withered till forever
Its
life was never for ever
In
death but, it impersonates my crush
That
woman, made of the other clay
Not
more not less but a day old
Trespassed
borders, enclosed my heart within her fold
Not
more not less only for a day
Heart
I had none, and she toyed with two
The
searing flame burnt, wasn’t anything new
Cupid
gave a tip off, yet the heart flew
And
then it came back, as if a returned loan
Was
it returned really or returned on its own?
It
loved for a day, the love never grew
[Sonnet
number II with rhyme scheme abba cddc eeeffe]
-Ritesh
Agarwal
9/1/2015
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