At that juncture
My heart got a puncture
Just like a tire
In love I was forced to retire
When I loved most
Love got lost
I used to love one
And to love none
Like a driver with no spares
I was left with none who cares
Crying in vain
Tears dripping and chirping as rain
And all I can remember
Is an advice like ember
Told by a brother
Love guru rather
That love is a game
And loving one usually pours shame
When they depart
In pieces your heart is broken apart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a game, but game of truth and nature