ET TU, BRUTE?

broken-heart

You locked my soul in your cardiac chambers
It ripens gradually to juvenile bereavement
The carcasses of your sophisticated revenge
Linger for legendary reunion of lethal spirits
Poignant desolation of your famished fable
Explores  the evasive verdict of emotions
All the doors locked, you bestowed me the asylum
But the key of smile befalls stiletto of my life!
– VIGIL KUMAR
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