Sensing the feelings,
Guarded them back inside.
Stepped forward to hold them,
Those hands, that left mine.
With a smiling face and glittery eyes;
Played the melodious tune in sombre.
Couldn't recount in love,
There's no start in December.
Refusal from those eyes,
used to sparkle with glee.
Abhorrence from that beautiful heart,
That had only me.
Felt like shouting, felt like numb.
Carried a smile as a disguise.
The start appeared as the end,
As love's demise.
-Sangam
