Choice

Stepping out at night.
Held your hands tight..
Hoping you might.
Never be out of sight..
Laughing our hearts out.
A deep urge to shout..
Beneath lie promises.
That never left the premises..
Jumping higher to reach the cloud.
Tipping toes standing proud..
Suddenly hit the ground.
Not bothered by the sound..
Besides the cold heart beats.
Everything lost was never found..

You chose another rose.
As I galloped through the darkness..


Thoughts By -
Pratiksha Misra.

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