By Rudyard Jostle
Few words are so sharp that might tear
tear apart the rigid statements
and a fear to not fall in love again, never.
Once, you learn that you were not
not the one you wanted as per few amendments
and you were not the one you sought to be ought.
When it comes to those flirty talks
now all such promises are just sediments
and you know there's always a time when a soul off walks.
Once every fornight, I used to sleep
sleep in to stay with you the other quarters
and you believe I was a traitor , who made you weep.
Under the firnament , once we used to be together
together, may be is just a transient word
beneath the impalpable feelings got you never.
May be there was a lie we lied
may be these were acts so paltry and mean that I tried.
Few words are so sharp that might tear
and a fear to not fall in love again, never.
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Breakup'