What love is called!
'Tis the name that breaks the heart
'Tis the morning of the life
But keeps the evening dark
Tell me who don’t need love?
'Tis the need of every one
Always we search a point
To be together or to be apart
no one breaks the promises
promises are love freak
That keep the bad name
Why to cry with shriek
What love is called!
Tis the name that breaks the heart
‘Tis the road of thorns
gifted by the lovely flowers
For it, what writ on my fate
I receive it early or late
These roads are not destination
These roads keep bad name
We give it in frustration
What love is called!
Tis the name that breaks the heart
'Tis the morning of the life But keeps the evening dark thank you
What love is called..its the name that breaks the heart..Beautiful write..enjoyed reading it.
roads are not destination, everyone should know, thanks. I like it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love can be at once heart breaking and heart mending! You have brought out the duality of the most cardinal emotion in man! Enjoyed!