BACKGROUND:
To someone, the bard remorsefully said……..“ (without you by my activities ) I tell u tat am slowly digging my own grave.”
Unconcerned she was, all that she said was
“ ….. but to dig
I still cant forget when we saw each other one evening
and thought that would be, to our lives, a new beginning.
From then and till now, its been your love that I went to crave
and since I don’t get it now, its better that I dig my own grave.
Only you can and will able to justify and tell
as to how you managed to cast, on me, a spell
that even now, I’ll admit that I am your slave
despite knowing that I dig my own grave.
In my life, I will always have your lack
and just hope that someday you’ll come back.
Yet for my misgivings and sins, none can save
and that’s why its better that I dig my own grave.
I know for sure, after you, there wont be anyone
and is known to you, already the real reason.
Long back itself, a word of honour, to you I gave
and since you aren’t keeping it, its better that I dig my own grave.
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