Bonds of amity that neared us,
now appear to be a ruckus.

That strolling together hand in hand,
now is an obsolete brand.

Pondering over the inflicted pain,
I wonder, if we were insane.

To create the memories that ever last,
is a thought of the historical past.

Brimming emotions, knowing no control
seem to have badly taken their toll.

Written in agony on losing my life
that once was an envied rife.

~K.  (कृतिका)