A Surreal Life
He hold my hand.
To cross the road.
I rejoiced. The next day.
He hold his wife.
I was alone on the road.
I smiled and waved him.
Thanku...
In a low voice he said.
She after all she.
I couldn't say. I understand.
I failed to Smile.
He rose in anger.
And kissed her forehead.
I cried and said m sorry.
He smiled and said gudbye.
I returned my room.
And made lines on my hand.
Once he took to protect....
Blood spread on the bed.
But my heart never stopped.
I live as an irony.
With false promises and real situations,
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