Cupid Struck me...

Heart of every color filled up,

Even the skies lit their flertious eyes.

Dreading myself along the way,

I saw Cupid- the love god!

Funnily dressed he was,

Running with an arrow and wings

To amuse me further;

His body could be half seen.

The more closely he came,

The more my jesting began.

Because he was not a;

Full-grown man, but a tiny tot.

My laugh filled up the brazen place,

Hearing it, Cupid stopped and gazed.

I feared the way he looked; as

He came and stood in front of me.

“My dear, what are you laughing at?” he asked,

Trembling and shaking I stood still,

He smiled in a frightening manner

Because now, he sensed my heart beats.

“So, you were laughing on me or love?”

“Neither of them.” I answered

“You are soon going to be a victim of it.”

Pleased with himself, he suddenly vanished.

I tried to recollect myself,

And kept wondering about the meeting.

Before I could sense whether it was fake or real,

I felt something missing within me.

Wind blew in its fastest frequency;

Blinding my eyes, someone bumped into me.

Lucky was I to catch a glimpse of it,

But, unfortunate because cupid had now, struck me!