
The most beautiful things of nature...
Are never together.....
And so perhaps, we too,
Are meant to be...
Blessed are we or,
Cursed is our love.....
I know not,
And neither does she..
My eyes are torn
My rheum has dried.....
My heart a barren waste...
My life, a aimless goal..
My smile has faded....
I want to cry and cry...
Forever and ever.... until my heart bursts...
Unable to control the sorrow it holds..
It feels ages since...