Mrs


Grace to Tradition

I met him one day, at a rooftop in a darker evening
His eyes were sparkling
I saw an untold story – went through unintentionally
We built a mini world, behind the world
Sometimes beautiful, sometimes harsh
Against societal acceptance
He touched my heart not my body
No one can believe - only we knew it
Passed years….years…..years….and years
Another darker evening
A monster so-called…” societal tradition”
Came with “social norms”
And turned the spring to summer
He liked to donate me
To be alone forever - In our mini world
Grace to tradition
That can’t understand the human feeling, but to follow blindly
I lost sparking eyes …. Forever

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