Address of love - Poetry
Where did we come from, where are we going?
What kind of world is this?
Friendship wound is not enough, not love pain
this must be a family nightmare.
Did I become a cry?
No.
I'm tired of crying, longing to cry.
My soul is tired.
My eyes are wet.
My heart is painful.
A colleague of mine had said that a person cannot give something he has not seen for love.
How true.
Sahi;
Does anyone know the address of love?
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