Abortive Relation Poem by Norden Lama

What happened to be my sweetest dream,
A strawberry over an ice cream,
Something like that,
Is now an abortive story.

Too abstruse personality I happen to fall for.

As we came through all the wonders and blues,
Across uncontrollable timbers of heart beat and pulses,
Making promises like sowing seeds for crops,
But ever since you have talked about parting our ways,
I’ve been lying here, dumbstruck and frozen.

Too much love, I happen to pour for you…
My only soul mate-my only dear were you.
Where did I go wrong,
How did I hurt you so badly,
In which state of my being,
And you stay there without saying anything.

How can I pacify my self?
You stay there more obdurate and stiff…
I scream to tell you,
There’s no reason on aborting our love,
In killing our seminal feelings,

Tell me what I do to gratify your soul.
I am ready to fall upon your feet to appease,
And you cannot push me this time.
Like you did in front of everyone.

You ought to reciprocate for my dedications.
You can’t snuff someone’s life,
You cannot hurt me or insult my intentions.
I here represent the purest and honest of me,
Because the rest of my life belongs to you.