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 No one was around, as all slaved by sleep

But she was sleepless, steeped in her thoughts

No movements outside, not even a murmuring insect

But for her sighing heart beats

Hours dragging to grab the coming day

But her eyes dare not to close

Sleepless night so dry without any dreams

But still clinging to yesterday’s magic

Conscience is always constant in confining

But the ecstacy was very much enticing

She rolled in discomfort, in total dismay

But nodded in consent, to their love’s token

Mysterious is His ways to mesmerise we mortals

But how long to be mortified and mollified

Neither he nor she could deny the soul’s similitude

But still her conscience pricks

Before the sun rays peep in she was under the shower

But not yet sure was it all a sin?

Rarely we are answered for all our frawns

But should we miss a chance to be in bliss?

Yesterday was her last day with her lover

But today is her first day with her groom

Right or wrong? a turbulent war inside

But right or wrong the moments were jubilant.