Isn't easy to think something else
To turn I don't have pulse
To forget what I have wanted
To take what I have got
God has his ways
Gives violet for blue
Man proposes and God disposes you
But at times heart can't stand
The al-ter-nat-ives
You see objects and places
Are not same as men
You can never replace a soul
Or a man as whole
Can God stop passing the parcel?
Can he stop playing tricks?
Life may be a game
But heart cannot be played with.
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"BitterSweet"-A collection of love poems
Poesia"I leaned over my table shedding tears, scribbling broken words. I realised how relieving it was. Then started my wordplay. I had a troubled heart, I had to let it all out. These pieces helped me to express. I hoped to reach him. I hoped he would kn...
