He a little scared,she was strong enough to defend,
Not everytime men are strong sometimes women also end.
Life after death,
Could it be true?
Not in my wildest dreams,
Till I felt the cold touch,
Of a dead man’s grave!
A coquette of hearts-
Damning unfortunate souls,
Drowning them in their lust for her essence,
Harry Potter is the series of fantasies engraved in every child's heart.
She was beautiful, the corset and gown bringing out her heavenly body shape
Looked at his unsettled hands,
That were covered under
The mud of the blood.
A plain white stretcher with blood stains over it
On that, I walked barefoot,
And the colour of the blood changed.
Tale of Mother India right since her birth, narrated in a virtual manner.