The Musing Quill

A catastrophe

affliction in disguise

wilfully unfair



the hearts to unite

charred affections

replaced for wrath

so we could hurt

and make bleed

our lips met 

only to bite into 

the melancholy

our minds battled with

our bodies met

only to strip 

and insult

our conscience

as flame and fumes

we fused

melted true

but never merged

our love

the bane of our lives

competent to kill

breath to beat


we were only

a dreaded



Asha Seth

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