By Prachie Kashyap
How naive I have been,
For the love that I have seen.
Constructed with amber skies & blossom flowers,
That felt like the love of all time is only ours.
Just like that I kept on getting added with time,
Dealing with criminals of love crime.
Witness cases of culprits and victims,
Not realising that I have stepped in the game of kingdoms.
And so it got me so addicted,
That I fell in love with the wicked.
And that's the kind of muse,
That sinned in the win I will feel when lose.
So, the definition of love changed,
Where lover was either one way or estranged. And the love turned into war,
Into the only way of restoring my peace bar.
Ensuing it turned into a movie,
Where I knew the ending journey.
Carrying in the myriad trepidation,
That answers for every knock of known destination.
But I still hold the requisite,
For I have taste the poison of exquisite.
The barren, war land only belongs to me,
For the recess of my heart beats in the air of conflagration ski.
The bloodshed war where,
Combatant and martyr is the only elegist.
By Prachie Kashyap
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