Suspicion did them Part

The purple tinge of the dusk

Invited the two for a walk,

It didn't take him long, to persuade her

To get out of that yellow cotton hammock.

The long day was passing by,

The birds, retreating to their nest,

But they, did not wish to part so soon,

'Goodbye' was a thing they would always detest.

Amidst the trees, upon the grass

They held each other's hand;

Walking past a clump of Amaltas trees

They heard a sweet bird's call.

The evening air seemed magical, but creepy-

Hexed with some conspiracy, camouflaged by spring season;

An earthling failed to read the cues of nature, 

An innocent love fell prey to a vengeful demon.

Behind the green shrub that stood

She lay her fair arms around his neck.

Within a moment she felt, her scarf getting tightened by him

That strangled her on this day, so unfortunate.

He lifted her unconscious body in his arms,

And trudged up to the last tree of Amaltas;

Where once they had exchanged promises of love,

She was buried with her love- his suspicion breathed its last!