Sunday, August 27, 2017

An Accident.

An accident,
Isn't always a bad thing.
An incomplete connect,
A broken swing.

Who said,
We need miles?
Two steps with you,
Were a million smiles.

This misunderstood,
One sided story.
Was a brilliant moment,
Of limitless glory.

Whoever called accidents,
A calamitous waste of time.
Never tasted that freak moment,
In which you were mine.

Shraddha.

27/08/2017

22:43

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