Sequence Of True Love Poem by Sabareesh.P.A Raja

To be in my heart,
Let it go off your spot.
Things that make me pale,
cannot bake a fairy tale.

Together we sowed the grains,
But all alone I reap the sprains.
Peeling out from the chords of my brain,
Altogether puts me in a feel of strain.

I feel pushed to live in lonely,
And I want to die insanely.
Should I stone myself into the stream?
So that I can evenly cherish my dreams.

But you are still alive deep in my heart,
Looking as good as a unused dart.
Let me now start to breathe,
So that you can forever retreat.