Poem – Love And Life- A Floral Tribute
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Once a thought ,
a thought of suicide ,
broke me completely ,
and then I searched ,
a lot of tricks ,
to end my world .
More and more I go deeper ,
I found my life cheaper ,
a feeling of depression ,
surrounded me in aggression ,
each and every door then closed ,
as my thoughts made me enclosed .
I took the bottle ,
the bottle of poison ,
and consumed it wholly ,
and with in a minute ,
I faced the reality ,
that was coming slowly .
The word “Love” was then sinking ,
which some days ago was twinkling ,
The word “Life” was going to be dared ,
to emerge again with swear ,
but the inner strength was down ,
as “Love” didn’t need any crown.
A “life” was battling ,
as “Love” disappeared ,
but still “Life” wanted ,
that “Love” in her gear ,
but “Love”didn’t come ,
and “Life” became a fun.
A spark ignite ,
a “Life” got flight ,
and the “Life”screamed ,
to got “Love” in her dream ,
but “Love” had no sound ,
so it all turned around.
A broken dream ,
a filthy life ,
an insane mind ,
where dream aside ,
“Love” wins…….
“Life” spins.
Years turned ,
“Life” burned ,
“Love” again met ,
“Life” again set ,
memories came back ,
“Love”remains sack.
“Love” of another man ,
“Life” of the same soul ,
“Love” and “Life” couldn’t compromise ,
“Love” turned to go ,
“Life” turned ahead ,
with a call to another “Love” ……for come back.
“Life” never run alone ,
but “Love” can …..
so keep your “Love” always ,
in a turning pan ,
where if you deceive ,
you can conceive .
“Love” is not a garland ,
which remains around your neck ,
but “Life” is a garland ,
with lovely flowers all set ,
so let “Love” be a small flower ,
in a big “Life” garland .
Here I got the moral ,
that “Love” and “Life” are both floral ,
where the “Love” smells artificially ,
but the “Life”smells beneficially ,
so let the “Love” be sinking ,
when a “Life” bell is ringing.
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