Treasure Island

Anamika Jalan


Lost Tears


you made me cry

and, let me away from

the beauty of the world

are you serious,

about our relationship?

tell me the truth, why so

do you want to go away

from my shadow, but why

am i so horrible in appearence

please, give me a clue, why so

i am waiting for the click of your eye...

Submitted: Sunday, July 07, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 09, 2013

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  • Tajudeen Shah (7/19/2013 1:53:00 PM)

    love has its varied form, inescapable inclination. no one gets tired of versifying this most blessed passion. All it needs is a kind, generous and tender soul to conceive it well, and tease, chide and express the varied moods too to the source of love, romance or even lusty waves. God Bless. Keep penning. rgds and love. (Report) Reply

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