It sure lacerates when willingly someone ignores,
but that someone is the one that your heart can't abhor.
Not your fault it is that you dreamt of that flower,
not your fault it is that for her infinite pain you can harbour.
And in remorse you say ' I wish we wouldn't have met',
now what persists is only piercing regret.
Unto yourself you think' I wish had it not been the case,
'I wish not, if her face encounters mine, would hers be of grimace'?.
Although in her eyes your existence might've been perished,
but of her you'll still think in dreams of yours, you'll keep them forever cherished.
© Swarnim Anand