I have tasted love with my
butterfly heart.
Loving brother or lover
is same when they hurt.
Love of any kind doesn't
suit me at all.
I try to rise by them,
but every time I fall.
nice imagery- butterfly heart- the young age or child age when brother sister and neighbor children play and making mirth that love is a bliss innocent love heavenly love and the hidden love when got hurt and they came for resolution - you wrote -when they hurt. Love of any kind doesn't suit me at all.I try to rise by them, but every time I fall. beautiful
Beautiful poem Neela. Beautiful lines...... I try to rise by them, but every time I fall. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pain of being hurt is the same, whoever gives a wound stands with the pain givers. A nice poem.