Wasted ...

The sun blazed down,
And she undauntingly looked back ...
And cried out, "Burn me, all you can!"
But all she could feel, was the warmth seep through her!

The rain poured down,
And she unflinchingly blinked back ...
And called out, "Drench me, all you can!"
But all she could feel, was the passion soak through her!

The snowflakes cruised down,
And she icily glanced back ...
And challenged out, "Drown me, all you can!"
But all she could feel, was the love seethe through her!

The love, passion, and warmth ...
Which had no place for her,
Nor she for them ...
The wasted love, passion, and warmth ...
Wasted ... ... ... ... ... ...

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Rohini Chandrasekhar
28-03-12