Like a fairy descended from the paradise
She was beautiful no less than Snow White
Like an angel she was generous and kind
The flowers bloomed whenever she smiled.
She was standing my way with open arms
And I knew well this was real not a dream
Yet kept struggling to overcome my inertia
And in the process I rendered her all alone.
Thus we were both stuck at the crossroads
Neither I could fathom density of the fog
Nor could overcome inertia during green slot
Till it was late with an irreversible road block.
When the fog cleared the caravan had gone
Leaving me at the crossroads all but alone
The time and opportunity in life never repeat
So when they come, one should not retreat.
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