Now it is autumn of my hopes.

I had satisfied his lust.
I had recharged his mobile.
I had taken care of his injuries
On the skin and in the mind.
I had dodged my parents too.
I had been treacherous to their trust.

Today I asked him
About the possibility and sureness.

He smiled at my query.
He turned his back
And said in a coarse tone.

Are you fool?
Don't repeat this mistake.
You must be wise.
Moral blunders never get healed.