Vishal Dutia

A tragic love triangle tangled and torn,
Three hearts broken, love’s sweet promise forlorn,
Fate’s fickle fury, a force to be reckoned,
As passions and desires become hopelessly beckoned.

The heart wants what it wants, but fate has its say,
As love’s sweet melodies turn to a mournful display,
Jealousy and envy, like thorns on a rose,
As love’s sweet promise comes to a bitter close.

The triangle tightens, the tension grows strong,
As love turns to hate and right turns to wrong,
Fate’s fickle fury, a cruel and bitter sting,
As love’s sweet promise turns to a tragic thing.

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