It always lurked around as a dream
A dream you cared less would become reality
Until it actually began to take its menacing shape
A mirthless life
Brooding with boredom
Yet lived on the boundless shores of freedom
It was never anyone’s making
But a matter of your decision and indecision
Your consideration and inconsideration
Your intense affection and respite
Fact is no one’s could be any better
All is same
Save that your incompleteness is glaring
While theirs is covered up
Yet you believe stronger will tipped with sincerity
Could have made much more difference
But still, who really defines your path
Yourself or Him?
Yourself or Him?
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