novel poem 1

I haven't written this.... Its a friend's favour Thnks sarthak gulati

Fate is such fumny thing,
It throws u here,it throws u there,
And spills u all over.

Desperate to gather thyself,
You hold onto ur parts,
Bt alas,fate is made of broken hearts.

Desting gets u broken
Not always it turns out well.
Intangible strings choke us out,
Chew upon us and throws us dry throughout
By sarthak gulati