I Tried.

He cried , she cosseted.

He lied, she knows about it but acted like she got duped by him.

He loves her, she is ready to give her life to him.

The time he gets sick, she dies inside.

I am still scrutinising for words to elucidate her, where his mother replied – “at least you tried”.


I write what i see, and feel what i breathe. Poetics, Realism is what i bathe in. Hope do i not that you see my words than just read?

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