Anita...

'when you know he doesn't for you any feelings show
why? why you still descend to the low?'
Anita's closest friend her asked...
'For...I still love him the most...I love him unmasked...'
Anita answered brave
And she so much still craved
For an opportunity to lodge
Her love sincerest like something he couldn't dodge...
Away he couldn't from it just go
Something like putting love...into him deep but slow...

A few days after that...
With him Anita had an unholy spat...
'I don't like you or your baggage of love...
Fly away from me as quickly as the mind on flux does!'
Teething all the way he uttered these words cruel
But instead breaking her...her love only by them swelled...
She saw him rushing out of the college gate...
She saw him unmindfully being hit by a van straight...
Next moment she saw blood everywhere...
Next moment she rushed to him...paincky...struck by fear...
She took him to the hospital bed
Doctors wanted him to be infused with blood o positive red...
She at once by him got laid
In her the doctors luckily a live blood donor did get...

It took thirty three minutes for her to pump out
Her blood wrapped so much in love sans doubt...
A few more hours later he got the sense
Of regaining life...post traumatic experience...
But why she is there still lying by him unmoved?
She got severe anaemia...her haemoglobin count proved...

'O Anita! My love! Why you volunteered?
Didn't you for your own life take the slightest care?'
He...the man...who so far cursed and blamed
Anita and her love...for the first time felt ashamed...
He then took her weak hands in his
And drenched her awake by planting innumerable kiss...