You climbed the mountains, made temple runs,
To get glimpse somewhere not twice, mere once;
You crossed seas, snakes; crocodiles in the lakes,
And await at the station, knowing that dilapidates.
The divinity She was, that diffuse inside a new life,
You see her in the spectacular Beauty’s paradigm!A blink of eye, yet felt; despite both walked away,
Was she the last amongst such, but ne’er stayed!
She locked the door, and Keys to You were thrown,
Alas, that fell in Rivers when you were truly grown;
You backtracked the steps, & empty was paradigm,
As none could resemble her, nor any of her Scent align.😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2024