A Final Farewell
Choose A Line II Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Placed 3rd
He was a knight, won many a fight;
Once met a lady on a moonlit night;
For him it was love at first sight.
Expecting her response on the spot,
He readied himself to tie the knot.
She declined his love, thinking a lot.
In the cyclone of love, he was caught;
Day and night, about her he thought;
His responsibilities, almost he forgot.
LOVE WEAVES A MYSTERIOUS MAGIC SPELL;
If failed, it makes one’s life a living hell;
Forces one to bid the world a final farewell.
Copyright © Srinivas Veepuri | Year Posted 2023
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