Abandoned

There was a boy,
Often involved in a ploy,
Pretending to be a coy,
Playing with emotions like a toy,
Thinking it to be a medium of joy.
  
Initially not noticed by many,
Thinking him to be as sweet as honey,
Everyone loved and cared this young Jenny,
But once got hold of his irony,
Were filled with anger and agony.
  
Reprimanded for his act of stupidity,
Everyone turned off their gesture of lucidity,
Was sidelined and there prevailed an aura of tranquility,
When abandoned, pondered over his propensity,
Returned back, promised to respect others individuality.

Konain Haider
III Year Studnet, The LNMIIT