November began as the month of pure love
The season was lovely monsoon,
When baby steps of two chair story hatched from cocoon
Each day passed with immature fights & true affection,
Running at a snail's pace they met their ‘teen’ conjunction
T’was heard, the age is like divine whisky,
None is clear, even shadows become risky
Hence, known & common mistake was unknowingly committed.
A strange beauty with the brain so marvelous,
Had gradually entered the mini home sweet & frivolous
Now, beautiful tale never remained between the two,
As she stepped into the same cupid shoe
Stranger no more remained one,
Friendship became living and Love just another pun
New companions were fond of each other,
Each aspect shared seemed overwhelming & similar
Lying alone on a shore, the better half noticed everything,
Couldn’t stop buddies from travelling on same infatuation wing
Lies of all sorts were natural,
And, heavenly relationship turned into an ugly quarrel
Silently she lay,
Thinking of the dividends she will have to pay
A day came when he told the untold,
Situation moved from inconsiderate to cold.
In love one accepts one as a whole,
After all bad and good is found in same soul
Beauty is not only what you have to believe in,
Also, make sure the beast inside mustn’t win
So, chosen was to forgive is divine,
‘The Happy End’ is two chair tale became as tasteful as an old wine.
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