Intensity
Become simile as the burning moth
Every solitary second persist to dement her.
Whose morning budy smile is the coolness of my desserted heart
But was never stopped setting me off.
Ocean of hot tears shedding from eyes
But was never stopped prosecuting me.
Remained unknown to bereavement goblet
But never stopped barmaid to imbibing me.
Pen starts shivering with pain while writting!
How could I fix it into script, i think.
Plenty of pains hidden inside the heart !
how could I express if I will.
Though independent but in the fetter of pain
How could I disentangle from love shackles.
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