…And every night Death
Crept from the shadows of the room.
Laying in wait, counting breaths
Of her lover doomed.
It would whisper to the maid in waiting –
It’s his time now.
And she would plead with joined hands
Sweat painting her noble brow.
One night livid Death grew weary –
His time is done, his destiny is set.
The maiden whispered thus to Death –
Please, take me instead.
The barter was done,
And Death had won.
The lover awoke
But his love was gone…
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Such a fine write. I enjoyed reading it.
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Thanks a lot, Ankit. Hope you’ve been doing well.
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I am doing well, thank you. I hope you are doing well. 🙂
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I am. Thanks for asking 😊
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kya khubsurati se likha hai…..behtarin.
The barter was done,
And Death had won.
The lover awoke
But his love was gone…
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Thank you so much Sir 😊
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What a sacrifice Pradita
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Thanks KJ. Yes it is. I’ve I hope not many lovers have had to make
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Your wish is my command 💓
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Short and sweet with a fatal twist 🙂
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Thanks Sir 🙂
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Welcome
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Aww… the power of love!! 💗❤
Beautifully expressed Pradita
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Thanks a lot Aditi. How have you been?
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I am good… baby is keeping me busy.. i try to catchup on reading as and when i get time..how are u?
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Well babies require ALL the time in the world. Take your time with them. Pretty soon your bahu will grow up and then you’ll miss it all ☺️ I’ve been good too. Slowly picking up blogging and writing again.
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It might be true too for some people…atleast wish-wise.
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Maybe. What a sad way to die though. Thank you for reading 😊
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