Amann Aroraa (28 March 1993 / New Delhi)

Her heart was spacious,
But it had no space for me.
I knew the consequences,
Still let my feelings flee.

She made no wrong move,
Gave me no wrong sign.
I needed none perhaps,
Fallen already for her divine.

I withheld my heart like a chicken,
And slaughtered it with my own knife.
The innocent is unaware still,
Of the havoc she caused in my life.

Nobody blame her,
For I called this misery.
Her heart was spacious,
But it had no space for me.