Last Lust Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Love is a game,
In the name,
Of selflessness and trust,
That I have apprehended at last.

I thought she was in love,
With me and I was proud of,
The fact literally,
Until my eyes her phony nature could see!

I gave her time, emotional support,
And what not,
Yet she did not trust me perhaps,
Since she kept showing lame excuses.

Her coming closer,
Was a sort of snare,
That I am now sure of,
Which she did in the name of love.

Twice I was farcically given,
The chances to be one,
With her but bizarrely enough,
She did move away in the name of love!