Him
And he had stars shining in his eyes!
His constellations lit my world
More than the rising sun could ever do.
His name meant to be chosen
And i chose him.
Through and through the haunts,
That he named fantasies.
He pronounced his world dark.
His truths were so stark.
Ambiguous, his little story was
The protagonist or the antagonist
He could be portrayed as both
The wrath his silence brought
It was a stormy night
Something so in front
Still away from the sight.!!
Copyright © Bhavya Kriti | Year Posted 2023
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