Priya Pareek

Rookie (06-06-1994)

Eternity


The man who made her cry
This morning was the one,
She loved the most in life
like she loved none!

For her weirdness and absurdities
he spanked her and hurt her soul,
Peeled off her skin and ripped her apart
Her heart has a hole!

A hole through which you can peep
and condemn her for her love
Love that was unconditional
and pure like a dove!

The man who made her cry was no stranger
but the one she loved,
in his blues she took his hand
Showered kisses and hugged!

He said he won't come back to her ever
and she couldn't insist,
She knew she was strange
but his love she couldn't resist!

Staggering and struggling on her feet
she left her home and went,
To some far away place
She stood at the shore to repent!

Deep waters and blue sky
all she could feel was some pain,
Senseless she was and numb she was made
she walked into the sea in vain!

And the waves held her feet tight
took her away with them to the depth,
This is how the sea engulfed her
This is how she left!

Peace.... death.... and immortality
Love, betrayal and brutality
All took away an innocent life
and this is how she made to eternity!

Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2014

Topic of this poem: love hurts


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