Unheard

If he wanted to, he could have made efforts

I was no one

Yet, just the part of his day.

The strangers made upto marriage,

There was nothing impossible

Yet just the spark was invisible.

The love that roared in silence

I would find solace even in existence

Now, I am fine from a distance,

When loving was just a part to be shared.

I wanted to be his night, not the darkness

The moon that used to shine bright

I was not enough

May be my identity was the biggest flaw

I was not even born,

When my choices were decided

I dreamt of a love for life

Apart every differences

I thought we made it fine.

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Prasuma Magarati (With my flaws)

I see different colours in the sky, every other day. Well, I choose to live, what about you?