Love In Its Purest Form Do Weep Poem by TITIKSHA SINGHAL

Love in its purest form do weep
For the one, who loves you not
The stars shine brightly upon the sleep
While the heart, to beat, tries all it got.

Silence is a din when love silences
Or a rough of tree sans shade
Or when the 'mares upon the dreams dances,
As the sky slowly fades.

But over the truth what it seems
The dreams coming true in purest form
Till you receive the giant heaps
Of those deception, that leaves you torn.

And so where is love, there is alive
Not joys, but agonies, with deepest sighs.