To set his cloths on fire
The cloths were beautiful
And costly
He bought them all
Recently
In them he fitted well
And looked smart, too
Till date
He kept secret from all
The cause behind his drastic act
But today
He accidentally reveals to me
That he was threatened
To leave alone
If he loves any one
Except whom he promised
but he was falling in love
With his fancy dresses
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