A cooked Love
If procurement of love was all the game for,I would have lost it deeming a jerk of fate
But the rising smoke of cooked love
Senses maturity for empathy of uncanny retorts.
Folk's fake phenomenon fails
Encounter when my atypical tale
The ridges beyond the worlds of seduction---
I've held!
Where grows the beatitudes from the seeds of stoic
And mingles the love segregated back---devoid
by the baloney ego tic fire.
Will emerge this lust less love of mine,
Clearing the scum of his muddled up mind
Lucidly I see such scene ahead!
Just the jagged journey to pass,
Awaiting us would be the glorious bed.
My love is not confined within the mysteries of this world
It has its eternal destiny calling with unheard sound.
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2008-12-29 at 11:49
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