Every time I try to write,
I end up writing a love story.
With words stiched together, reflecting my feelings.
But,
I want to question,
Question the society,
The society which gives birth to innumerable new lives often forgetting people it had lost.
Alas!
I lost my pen... To love
All because you had to come.
These words are mine,
But the purloined letters are yours.
The ink might be yours,
But the heart is mine.
I know you will come back from eternity,
And help me complete this poem,
Because,
Afterall am questioning the society, isn't it?.
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Deplorable plight
PoetryAm a dreamer and not only me but my words also love to dream. I love to write and it seems that my words are always in a deplorable plight. They are always rough gutsy raw and come straight from inside without any 'beautification' on them. HOPE you...
