It's not the problem with 'Love',
The dilemma is 'I Love'.
No matter how much space I give,
I always remain aloof with no-one else.
Let me push myself out of this,
And feel free with my choice.
Being happy with I by my side,
Being one with my true nature.
What more to lose now,
No heart to gain now.
Let me become noble here from,
Freed from my own world of passion.
Why love in my heart is rendered broken,
Trying to find peace in my scratched heart.
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