Aranthabailu Ummar


What Is The Way To Love - Poem by Aranthabailu Ummar

At every rememberence my intestine soacking
Body shivering to chill
Brain not getting easy to approach you
Cracked foot, path filled with stone

Added one more word in my atterence
Your name taunting wall of my room
After hearing of your sound
I am unrest

Love devided with heart and money
Marriage weighed with money
Money got a platform to witness the love
How a penniless man can honour the love

Piercing self or calling death is foolish
Kidnaping or absconding is criminal
streatching bared hand crying hopeless is bastered
What is the way to pour my love to you

Emotion not living long before the mejesty of wealth
World deeds fascinating them passion of life
May love is life, but life is rude
My passing years striked by hunger of your love


Comments about What Is The Way To Love by Aranthabailu Ummar

  • Rookie Julie Schleppegrell (10/12/2012 1:13:00 AM)

    True love does not have a price. Good write... a lot of people feel this in their life. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 1, 2010



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