Truth About ‘love’

Truth About love short poem

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Yes, I don’t believe in love anymore
For love, has turned an enemy today.
It’s treacherous, cunning and disloyal,
It wants – it is greedy
But never gives – is a miser.
It’s no more trustworthy
I feel, I know why
It’s more into being materialistic
Not wanting to be involved emotionally,
It expects help all the time
But, never ready to support in any way.
It never encourages you
It always taunts you,
It gives curses like thunderbolts
But never warns you of stormy nights!
It takes everything you ever possessed
And makes sure, it forces you to keep all the promises you made!!
I suppose even hatred is more trustworthy
But Love, it’ll never be trustworthy again!!!!

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Writing is a gift that God has blessed me with, and my family, especially my mother, has always encouraged me with. Mankind has been my inspiration. Being a sensitive person, as all poets & writers usually are, I’ve always felt the workings of a human heart. Its aches, pains, laughter and joy have never failed to move me. My write-ups and poems are dedicated to all those human hearts who ache in silence...
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Ishita Shukla

Well I don’t know what wrong has happened with you but certainly love is not what you’ve described here. It’s just your anger nix else. Well, sometimes love demands for proofs and when it does it meets its fate. Love is as pure as heaven in fact, but these insane people have made it as dirty as hell. Don’t hate love ’cause if you do so then you will start hating yourself. Chillax and be cool. Never mind if someone has betrayed you, maybe you deserved someone even better! Who knows? 🙂



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