We do not care the thing
We get without any claim.
When love awaits, we wait for hate,
And leave our honor for shame.
Yes! Love hurts when, the truth is not accepted. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is a precious gift. when we have it we may not realize it..... very true........ we do not care the thing that we get without any claim.......... thank you for this eye-opener poem. lovely is ur poem. tony