A Plethora Of WordsDisappeared ForeverCarrying With Them TheFirst Proposal Of Unsaid LoveLike A Shooting Star,That Fell From Sky AndGot Lost In The OblivionA Chaste Desire ThatBloomed Like A LotusOf Million Petals, SunkIn The Placid Pool Of DilemmaUnable To Endure TheStrange Ambience OfThe Unusual StarryEyed SeasonEvery Word Got Messed UpInto A Formless SmearOf Mushy Blue, In TheTight Grip Of My Sweaty PalmLike The Asters Of My YardDecolouring In GraspOf The Gruelling Sun And DewAn Unseen Heaviness StifledMy Throat And Crushed My DreamsLeaving Me Dumb And HelplessWhen In My Tight Hold,I Secretly CrumpledMy First Love Letter To Its Silent Death!!!Seema Aarella

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