by Insha Maqbool
Thy never retaliate
thy never enquire
why your poor mate left you
she was drifted by centers storm, into boundless sea.
Her own tempest of meloncholy drove her to bottom
Every goosebump of her body shrieked for potion.
thy never retaliate
thy never enquire
why she was dull and dead?
your mingled breath may revive her vibes of above.
she scractched her soul often-enough before you
To show you the deep scars onit.
you never retaliate
you never enquire.
