An angel, her pen and a crumpled paper
She played her flute
The world danced to her tune.
Living in a 7 floor mansion
The world on floor first
Her laugh echoed at 6.
Her name was destiny
My name on the crumpled paper.
The 3 colored pen – a work of the past
For time eon
Tirelessly she wrote.
Trapped on floor one
Lost in the mansion
A guide led me
His wisdom uncanny
Straight was the elevator
Floor ami on 6
Destiny in the center
Triangle the lay.
I burnt the paper
Lost the pen
We both laughed
No longer lost
Bhavin died
We laughed together
No pen, no paper
Now Destiny a friend architect
The deeds to the mansion
returned to the owner
Bhavin