Seems like the childhood title had been renounced,
The foolish one for never getting wiser
To know what was there in front of eyes.
Foolish one for growing up
But never knowing enough to trust the wrong ones.
How come it all ends at one place shattered?
How your own mind comes to become your destroyer?
How your own empathy, how your own honesty,
How your own loyalty cease to be
The ruination of your own naive self,
Which never learnt enough to let go of wicked ones,
To stay away from the foolishness.
Though mind never trusted the wicked and fools,
But staying between these games of changing colors,
Mind this mind victim which in turn is blaming itself.
How could let ye win those thoughts
Who hold the ones never cared?
How every time the childhood titles
Come renouncing itself foolish one!
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Puisi"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
