Bitter Beloved

It was the time,
When my life was bright,
Felt, I was doing something right.
Those who crowned me, all the beloveds were around me.
I was blown away,
By the beauty of rose,
Those appreciations,
soft; as petals,
blinded by the beauty of rose.

It didn’t last long,
I failed in my beloved’s metric,
Reached out my had,
It stung me with its thorns,
Just to enjoy the gossips.

Darkness crept in me,
reached out my hand again,
none of my beloved followed me,
why to blame others?
Not even my own shadow followed me,
In the sad reality which crept thought the darkness!!

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