It started bravely,
But ended gravely,
Holded my personals,
To create secret internals!

That knew every littles,
That have become breaking brittles,
Knowing every lots,
In each of my thoughts!

I found a temporary glimpse,
That left me just to rinse,
Those dirt in interaction of care,
That have tend to become rare!

I stiffened every of her brokes,
Just to defend all of her strokes,
But it all remained bitter,
On those tongues to glitter!

I was not hard to tolerate,
But then it was a co-relate,
That over possesive went force of love acquired,
More than the assuming chores desired!

Brittle: can easily be broken but only untill moulded to harden, once it becomes hard it has a definition different than it was earlier...









© Abhishek