Wounded, shattered, hopeless and scared, you entered and a magical spell showered.
You didn’t oath me an eternity, all you sweared by was some pinch of love and divinity.
I cursed all the moments and you glorified them to boon, chatters of seas and experiences are more romantic than stars and moon.
Every beautiful feeling has to cease, we will move away when we please.
You fell like a shooting star from above, and recarnated me with hope and love.
Thank you, Ankit. 😊