Pregnant with memories,
Of a night that failed me,
Turbid are my thoughts
Strewn all over my mind,
That night we met
Who failed whom?
Did Love fail us?
Did veracity kill dreams?
Our love had been too proper,
Too perfect to be called love,
Decency prevailed,
Innocence stayed,
So love ended
Alas, we parted that night
The night that failed me
Reshmi
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