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THEN THERE WAS NOTHING
I looked at her. She looked at me. The heart whispered. It was not heard. And then there was nothing. I forgot her. She forgot me. At least that is What I believed. I waited for nothing. Then one day I Dreamt of her that She was calling Me from afar But unable to come. The dream haunted Me the whole night. In the morning, I drove to her As fast as I could drive. As I arrived, I found her pale In a pool of Her pouring blood. Soon did she breathe her last. In her hands, though, She held tightly A paper which I unfolded And found my name on it. So now I knew There was something (Though on surface There was nothing). Yes, our hearts had been one. I wish I had Known earlier. We both would have Been happier. But love has its own ways! • Written in 4-4-4-4-6 syllabic format • First Prize winner in "Invalid Item" M C Gupta 3 April 2007
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