Den of mine was engrossed by darkness.liting light by gathering the light from those lenses. Is this a punishment for me? for getting seduced by those magical words by the magician of love! Or it is a test for testing my self esteem! Whatever it may be! it was a good lesson learnt through fondness.
Bona fide lover: Desolate became my heart for you, rag became my love and you closed the ajar door of your bosom on which I had stippled many a time my colour. My love turned trifling for you. Like falling leaves, I fell down from your branches and you desolated me from the opportunity of claiming you as my bona fide lover.