I saw him
In my
Dreams
Again…
He looked
Old and
Haggard,
Bearing the
Brunt of my
Pain.
I was at a
Loss of words
Seeing him,
Shoulder my
Bane.
All along
I had thought,
That losing me
Was his utmost
Gain.
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Yes, Indira, Intriguing Indeed!