Don't bring your illusion hands,
Gazing sights for fun,
Don't poke this anonym pain…..
Unreal and false ……
….to …illusion me.
Bells of ever young cheers…
Fragrance, to ill victims.
Spying these sunless gloom.
Checking these silence.
Don't touch …
with such …
venomous lips,
Breathing your false breath.
I'm taking rest…
Let, me rest now.
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Love is a spiritual experience that affects all and sundry profoundly. It is however, whimsical and temperamental, appearing unannounced and may leave without warning if not carefully nurtured at all time to maintain its bliss. A good depiction of loss of fascination with love occasioned by insincerity. A well articulated piece of poetry, insightfully penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Kul. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.