They never bought me toys
We were poor
Now that I could buy toys
They say, I am grown up
Some dreams remain
unfulfilled
And then, you realize
You've been consumed
by your own dreams, chasing
So is love, for me
premature was its death
in the womb of my heart
Just like a broken toy
The lump of love
has now hardened like cancer
It has begun to feed on my life;
Slow and painful
Would be my death.
Copyright @ Ajay Pai 11th March 2017
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