... Lost her touch.....

... Lost her touch.....

Well indeed truely said...
its between lines every thing is read...

she was swan, he was a duck...
and bitterness is there, he is stuck...

she had a friend she called him life...
forgot the duck, forgot the strive...

duck went aloof with passage of time...
She visted, but her care was sublime....

with elan swan did a say...
duck was broken and alone on his way...

duck wanted swan to hold his hand...
and celebrate her choice with a grand...

life in the lake was symphony of trust...
duck didnt knew his relation would rust...

friend and friend, he was never the best....
tired, uncared and neglected from the rest...

Swan remained a swan, she got her charm....
Duck was sold to a poultry farm....

'halal' and cut his 'heart' was sold....
he still had the swan in its cold...

Cut with a knife the man did cook...
what happend to the story, you never ever looked....

i am duck and your are the swan...
You are happy, I am fried in a pan...

I give up as i lost her touch....
She knew everything about me, i didnt knew much....

I lost her touch.....