stevenniketan And in his dark world, Where the flames had been doused There was still, still this lingering spark The one that had him aroused In his mind and in his heart. And whilst he existed, He found himself bested. Repeatedly, again and again! Yet, deep down, Under his dark brown, He knew he was a dead rock. But the day came, Wherein they met again And destiny was alone to blame; In a club where people flocked And for a moment their eyes locked And that was enough For it ignited!
(to be contd.)
