He was disguised in a blue coat .
I thought ,that he was sea !
He snatched my heart with his aria ;
I was charmed like a honey bee .
He knocked , he boarded into my heart:
to start a trip ahead .
He was holding my heart with one of his hands,
with the other hand he was holding his head .
I was overwrought by his opiate eyes -
I was whisked by his air .
I was muddled by his ploy ,
I was absorbed in his layer .
I found him distinct in the crowd ,
I found him rare in all .
I was lost in his stagecraft , in his melodrama :
He was ample and every thing was small .
He pre owned my heart , caged my mind ;
Consumed me in his fraud .
He said , my eyes are full of sins ,
I am a sinner , and he is God .
I am a sinner , I can't demand for a touch,
I am a miscreant, So I shouldn't be kissed .
I am not worthy, I can't be adored :
So my heart was mangled but not pieced .
He ensnared my entirety , my entity .
He could not justify my life ..
He packed up while leaving a note behind -
deserted me in the pull of tears, to dive .
Rituparna RoyChoudhury_Dec_2018
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