Manoj Sharma


A Half Of Me

She entwined her hands to mine for the last time,
and moved away as if she was never mine.
Puffed some air and realized that emoticons
are about to die once again.

Plea was made by me for a survival chance,
but all she could gather up the glance
to deny. Solitary in soul and abstinence from
affection was the decision again and main.

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