I fell from the tree,

Dropped from heavens,

Into thy lap,

I was never born,

I had no dwelling,

Where I belonged,

Moulded this mud doll,

To be loved,

Solely by you,

They gave me no heart,

That would beat for,

Them as well, no mother,

No father, I had no,

Possession left behind,

Living in this void,

To be loved,

Only by yours,

Possessive love,

And you still enjoyed,

Listening that amorous song,

Playing it again and again…


*Monalisa Joshi*



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