by Praveen Parasar
A curse upon
the beauty
Of love, we
seek return
For our emotion,
knowingly or
Unknowingly,
what a pity!
It
suffocates, under our insanity
Tries hard,
to stay alive beneath
Our
falsehood, unlucky
It dies
amateur, O Dear!
Unblossomed,
dry
Meeting its
destiny, with
A silent
cry, slowly!
Leaves
behind its rubble, and
We stranded,
dumbfound
Look for Compassion,
and cry
Missing it
miserably and try
To get it
back, though
Once lost,
it never returns, and
Alas, we await
its mercy!
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ABOUT THE POET ~
A very complex yet simple guy, for whom whole world is same, and beautiful and just to spread love. love to write as it gives a self satisfaction and medium to express myself. you may be my friend@ https://www.facebook.com/p.parasar, my world of friedship is always open for everyone.
Last updated June 24, 2015