Fate

Is this my fate?
Attempts to dissuade
Him to eradicate
Of disregard myself

Whither thou go?
Don’t I entice thy demise?
Just hope thy rigid demise
Melted by purity and gaze

Perjured myself do you?
Front adore me
Back Stab me
Is this my fate?

Such as a widow I
Deep longing inhale the same air
Bestow myself to kneel
At thy thralldom of throne

Forlorn me, myself and I
Stiff standing straight
Keep it and hold it
‘till the end of world-misery

by Dina Satika

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