Sometimes you say you love me,
Sometimes you say you don't,
Sometimes you say you can die for me,
Sometimes you say you don't care.
With deep poignancy and excrutiating pain in my eyes,
I wonder what am I to you?
Wonder, why we are together?
For the sake of love?
Or,
For the sake of being together?
Am I an obligation to you?
Or,
Am I your true love?
Your each staggering words
Rips my heart apart with each stabs
Along with piercing needles all over my body
Bleeding profusely
To death
I question God?
Is love not about happiness?
Is love all about pain?
Oh dear,
Give me a chance,
To ask
Am I your true love?
Or,
Am I a thorn in your bed of roses?
If I am a thorn
Then,
I promise you
I'll relieve you from this pointless pain
And free myself from your love
Making my way to God-The ultimate saviour of mankind
Since its only in His heart where I can rest in peace
After departing my soul from you for eternity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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