Feeble Tie

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

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.

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