Feistiness in my romantic story,
The unguarded lover inside me dies;
Heart break causing fatal injury,
No one heard the gut- wrenching cry.
Wings armed my heart,
Winding away all the pigeon posts.
Be it from the present or the past,
Maleficent is the daunting host.
Before letting go the innocent doll effectuated a vote,
And had the beast inside me live my living;
Roaring her self-tamed
rules, she boasts…
That the pussy cat followed the life of fierce tigress
queen.
-Aditi Gandhi.

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