He played with her heart,
That he knew how to tame.
He killed her in a corner,
With hidden satisfaction.
He harmed her the Delicate,
With no view of his fate.
He painted her dreams black,
With cruel intentions on his back.
He thought that he won,
But that's too late to be done.

She danced through the fire,
Set out to win.
She saw through his soul,
That challenged her to win.
She swam through the pain,
With great hope over the gain.
She screamed out in silence,
Though she ran out of patience.
She went on thus, on and on and on......
Anjali Krishnan
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