Betrayal

When I Ride The Sky..
Don’t ask me why.
As I learnt to fly..
When you were too shy.

When I jump up high..
Don’t you lie.
As I learnt to skip..
On my sole’s tip.

When I hold up..
Don’t blow up.
As I learnt to retrieve..
When the path decieve.

A Word Too Bold..
And a grasp to hold.
A story beholds..
An ending foretold.
A charm that ends..
To tears that sends.
In the night pretty cold..
When my trust was sold.

Thoughts By -

Pratiksha Misra