A Story Untold Poem by ekta singh

It started with a beautiful chime, informing me I did the crime;
Though it wasn't from both the sides, but the heart cant find any clue beside;
No other option than being quite, because I hardly ever owned the rights;
Days passed on in not so joice, as being focused was my only choice;
Things which never ever started, ended as if someone departed;
After so long there was a knock on door, and I was enlightened till the core;
Though the heart was always ready to race, but I rather chosed a slower pace;
With no second thoughts and fear, I trusted whatever I hear;
Track is laid with confirmation having no worries and complications;
Now I pray that with all rounds and bends, this story should go till end.