I never knew the reason -
The actual reason -
For the sudden twist of things...
My love was true, my heart was pure,
Unmisted by the mundane things-
May be that was the reason
For this perennial spring of grief in me...
Tears trickle down silently...
striving to trace the actual reason.
I deciphered her honeyed words
To be the manifestation of love.
But I was probably beaten
By the pretence of feigned lovingness.
O! that disguised Dishonesty.
Today I stand -
Deserted, destroyed, desolate and desperate -
Undone by despair and cruelty of Fate...
My undying yet smouldering heart
Still carries on the inquisition - 'But why? ? ? '
dear debasish.......love, as long as it lasts is a beautiful thing.at the same time like everything else it is also a transient in nature, and one matures through these life experiences.your poem is sad but touches the heart, so that is the beauty of the poem.glad to know you. ritty
beautifully tragic poem of a broken heart.. very powerful words. great write 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is really nice but i would not like to talk about love as there isn't a definition but an experience which i am yet to experience.