By Apoorva
The red you wanted was love
I could only offer rage
I was a burning fire
You just wanted a sage
The love of eternity has come to an age
It's time to write the last page
Getting out of audience's range
The performers retreat backstage
The show and its end
Were already written and send
We spoke our lines
We played our parts
Subtly parted our hearts
Removing the mask of pretend
Washing the makeup on lies
Not just time but love also flies.
By Apoorva
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