जहां मौका मिले,
वहां चाहत भी हो ही जाती है ।
Like a season, a festival, a local bloom,
Poof, gone away was the trace of gloom.
Newfound love, budding friendship, just married
from one moon to another the talks got carried.
Sun or rain, day or night,
couldn’t dare to loose sight.
Waiting with bated breath for the beeping,
Tossing and turning, happy yet weeping.
& when the clock struck twelve,
reminding the time is over to delve.
Time to hang the tiara, the golden slippers, the gown,
The magic is wearing, it’s about to wear down.
Time flies by, days, months by week,
Not that one is broken, quiet or meek.
But trying to do it all, until one breaks
Giving it all, and all it takes.
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