…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. π
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I am. Thanks for asking π
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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 goneβ¦
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Thank you so much Sir π
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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 π
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Short and sweet with a fatal twist π
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Thanks Sir π
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Welcome
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Aww… the power of love!! πβ€
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 βΊοΈ 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 π
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