"Fragile was her heart, For what he topple at, Saccharine with her voice, Carrying charishma in her eyes, Though that was outer appreance where as she was lugubrious from inside, Eclat on the love feelings sullied over love, One after another she enjoyed the presence and gifts. He was in her ex list later where as , She got her desire fullfiled, Scared to fall and trust someone again in love, He suppressed his feelings. For next present, next love was blooming, And it never ended unless the desires were dead. -Aakar Gupte"