Separation
SEPARATION
What more blunder
A nasty small word
Could commit
Bidding you to depart
Turned out to be forever
As if it ensured
Its connotation at summit
I bade you Bye
For at most a day!
No sign of any apparent bite
But veins are contaminated
With venom
Forty-eight-hours-wide separation
Utterly failed
To subside your anger!
You snatched away all my words
This was my mistake, no doubts
There were other ways
To hint me upon, though
Rather a jerk of this magnitude!
I shall avail of this opportunity, though
Ensuring to mend my ways
I take a vow never to peep ever
In anybody's eyes
As I did into yours' my love!
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