The Incomplete Story

One fine day, in the realms of solitude,

Quaint, pure and serene

Was born a story..

He nourished it with passion and decorated with love.

The clouds of ideas bred on his canvas of imagination

Adding life to his story

But not everything that starts well ends well

His love was overlooked

Overlapped with unwanted theories,

And buried under the rubble of expectations and conventions

Today when he empties his attic,

And declutters the mess,

He picks up that piece of paper

Which remained untold, his incomplete story!