I ran left from that juncture,
Towards Cupid’s damned arrow.
And I ran, chasing a first love,
Streets were surprisingly very narrow.
One lane ran into a maze with another
And I lost my senses in the way;
I learnt to be obsessed and desperate,
But love was not meant to be that day.
And when the arrow shot another,
My blinds were removed without pain;
Though love refused to run with my fate,
I find myself in this juncture again.
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