THE END

 

It is again that time

When she had once again tasted sour lime

They are again silent

Even though

She hoped the second time she wouldn’t repent..

 

How very naïve was she

That she expected “I love thee”

He didn’t return for attraction

It was just an act of pity

To her broken self

He was just giving temporary sympathy.

 

Her favorite sound of “Serendipity”

A believer in the signs of destiny

Presumed the interactions as love

Began acting as a “mated dove.”

 

Once again it is a no return

With a shattered heart, she remained baren

No more efforts, not a cry

Not again will she try

Even with the next lad in queue

To whom she will paint herself in hue

There is not an ounce of love left

This is the actual destiny

She had misunderstood signs, but now accept!

 

What was pity she took as romance

Not once but thrice

The hourglass is now empty without sand

Weighed heart closes the chapter forever

This goodBYE is…..“THE END!”