In a cloudy night, in arms of rain
If you find me groaning in pain
looking forward to be loved
come and embrace me, my beloved
this I say every then and now
that any day if you come anyhow
this will be my only and only wish
to talk about our first and last kiss
how I loved you, you will never know
that even the cupid had to bow
but for you it was just a waste of time
and anger led to this cruel crime
that my scratched heart was further ripped
and my pale body was daily whipped
my question is : why this much of hatred?
don't you know that love is pure and sacred?
don't you realize how hurt is she?
now love is blind, do you agree?
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Conversation with my heart
ŞiirThe words which emerge from the scratched heart of a teenage girl who fell in love with a high school guy but was later harassed and tortured. She then had two options-to bear the pain and keep silent or to stand up and fight. The poems express the...
