I was a flower
Beautiful and fragrant
Happy and pleasant
Then a fellow came
He was pretending to be loyal
But in real, he was having a face of dual
He was somewhat a murderer
Who murdered my feelings being a impostor
Slowly slowly He picked my petals one by one
Left me alone more like a numb
I fall for his tricks and trow
May be i was in search of love
Alas!
He was pretending to be plush and dear
When in real, he was harsh and sere
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