The Incomplete Story
The Incomplete Story
One fine day, in the realms of solitude,
Quaint, pure and serene
Was born a story..
He nourished it with passion and decorated with love.
The clouds of ideas bred on his canvas of imagination
Adding life to his story
But not everything that starts well ends well
His love was overlooked
Overlapped with unwanted theories,
And buried under the rubble of expectations and conventions
Today when he empties his attic,
And declutters the mess,
He picks up that piece of paper
Which remained untold, his incomplete story!