A STORY UNTOLD....

't started as good
he had something else in mind
didn't knew in hood
he'd be left far behind

sweet,slim and supple......she was
many a deep sighs.....she caused
he was there,in the long line
caught her there,just in time

she thought,"I've got my man"
to live and laugh together
as long as she can
but in deep,he was a clever muller
obsessed with the picture
not the real colour

she was a kid at heart
which he ravaged apart
a good daughter,a good sis
her existence.....a bliss

she laboured so hard
to gratify a pard
that man....that lard
treated her,like a ward

as time passed by
and the things running smooth
he and his world
she figured the sooth

he owned that doll
for a good three years
kept it on a roll
and it accepted...with tears

in that hot harsh furnace
she created a mould
casted herself and her heart
when cold,that grew out so bold

so,when he thought of ending it all
she didn't raise a cry or hue
accepted that all
with firmness and no dew

at this moment of time
she seems to be happy and content
leaving that all behind
no scratches and not a dent

all things when owned
are never regarded their place
but when they are gone
there's no replace

this is what, felt he
repenting what he did to she
she was best he could ever get
now left with nothing
but for remorse and regret

he started it and he ended
he hunted and then repented
maybe he's sad,maybe he's lonely
but why it's happening
when everything is so homely??????