Who knows what the real pain in love is?
He has given all his passion,
Held her in the entire situation, with an ease.
Has printed her name in every walls and street,
Has fought hard and stood against the world,
In the end what he deserves is nothing except shit,
His dreams totally screwed & scrolled.
He doesn’t promise to bring down the moon & stars,
He was real and was faithful in all the stairs.
Love, one word but has diverse significance & sense,
With this she was blessed and he was cursed,
He cried bloody tears with immense torch,
She earned pleasurable life but he, brushed & bruised.
In the end he died full of pain,
As she realize, it was already late
She wept and shed,
But everything just went in vain.
Poetry by Zalan
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Written on 2012-10-01 at 15:50
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