Passing Love Poem by abhimanyu kumar.s
Passing Love
There is nothing high,
Or that clean record,
For people to remember her,
But she has become immortal,
Because of this Man mortal.
She is an asset,
Sometimes first half of the word,
Who initially wants comfort,
And then leaves a man without an effort.
Let she remember what she was,
Before and after she met me.
Not to condemn her love or care,
But the design of dispatch,
Was very rare, absolutely not fair.
Alas! I never knew,
She traded my heart,
For her time to be passed.
True, her time passed,
True, even she passed.
Dedicated to the time passed.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 23/11/2019
A lovely work carrying an image of of a gentle poet! Many congratulations for this wonderful poem being selected as Poem of the Day!
A realistic expression about love and it's derivatives. Congrats on poem of the day.
A past time of trading heart. Congratulations Abhimkanu Kumar
" She traded my heart, For her time to be passed" Betrayal of love very nicely put.
Passing time! ! ! Muse of her steps. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A nice poem with a sad ending.Very nicely crafted and makes an interesting reading. The last stanza reveals how she passed her time using his heart. Congrats on being selected as poem of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A well expressed blank verse....10+++