Trace your rain
On my shoulders.
Love is a miracle and light,
But loosing is not always accepted with delight.
Don't call me in your past...!
You're not my present...!
Now, trust is paralysed and lust exists.
Cheat on me and I'll cheat on someone,
Mind will play and heart will run.
Swindling and deceiving will grow,
You'll cry
As love will meet ego...
Falling from stars
See heart bit on leaves.
As the world sings song of ego...!
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A Strangely Wrapped Gift.
PoetryA Strangely wrapped gift is for the hopeless who need a friend for their late night talks. It's a book made with love. It's simply a documentation of struggles, and triumph, a celebration of daily life and living. The poetry living within pages tell...
