While love is burning my empire
She is stoking embers of hidden fires in me, she, a vampire!
Alas! I landed in no man's land and in fire
Yet in tantalizing problems and in dire...
She is my glass of wine, no logic!
And no magic! But love is all time tragic!
There is a trend set by fellow poets......
Sing and dance and drink and sink to become idiots
In the moments of saddest without any energy;
So I too started with this mourning elegy;
She is my glass of wine, no logic!
And no magic! But love is all time tragic!
Skepticism, Hamletan in-action crept in me
Like snail, and my love is doomed and tsunami is she!
She likes lollipop! But I'm a big flop with this sullen rhyme...
Train! Train! No brain but love is all time human crime;
She is my glass of wine, no logic!
And no magic! But love is all time tragic!
Morrow! Morrow! No tomorrow.......
But borrow! Borrow! Only sorrow......
Now, ten million dollars question is, why?
I don't know who am I?
She is my glass of wine, no logic!
And no magic! But love is all time tragic!
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Hello, Saint VALENTINE - See me - a BROKEN-HEARTED Fellow: Part-1
Harindhar Reddy
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