The Dead End Poem by susmita biswas
The Dead End
It was an evening like any other
When I confessed my love for him
You love me? He asked in awe
And followed a row of questions to which my answers were fascinatingly satisfactory
As a reward for all those perfect replies, He said,
I love you too
His mind was clouded with love
Only in the months to follow did he realize, I was not The One
As his search for The One continues
Mine has hit a dead end.
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