He was seventeen,
She was too.
They were college sweethearts,
Lovers of the town.
They were friends before they even started anything.
First love at the prime.
Unforgettable.
Unbearable.
They never did anything.
No heavy crossing of boundaries.
His eyes would say what he would do for his lady.
Her eyes would know what that mean.
But, fate had some other thoughts.
It intervened.
A devil cloak came in between.
They lost their love.
Parted ways.
His hands never held hers.
His lips never touched hers.
She was caged untill Twenty three.
She is still a prisoner.
A prisoner of the cage of fate, love and despair.
What a tragedy!
She lost her blessings.
Now, she is a cursed witch waiting to be dethroned
by the upper hand because she knows she is unable to lead.
Each day she sleeps to her deathbed,
Trying to make her doubts and worries asleep.
©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy
TimeStamp: 1.20, midnight thoughts, Tagar