Theme: Infatuation

Feeble Tie

When you hung onto one
For years,
Hoping that love would bloom,
It never did.

You must realize, 
Tree on its own holds flowers
And makes them blossom
With its twigs and roots.

Shaken by her
When you let yourself fall,
It is infatuation that drops,
Not love. 

It’s all empty you knew,
But the hope was held by a desire
Needed an impudent blow
To cut open the wire. 


More By  :  Kingshuk Chakraborty

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