MALADIES TO MELODIES
It enthralls me now and then,
How you praise me, more often.
I feel it's just for the dream I once blown,
Maybe it's all about the faith I have grown.
Reality is delusional, you confide,
It's the glitter you find, that chastise.
The glitter is the Twinkle you see in me,
Which died long back, but it's delusional, you see!
You clavier'd retort, and left a blooming scar,
Friendship created HOPE, that drives afar.
Decelerated and took the back seat,
Finally, savouring your melodious retreat !
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