Loving and Leaving

Loving and Leaving short poem

It was not easy
to turn a blind eye
to your sorrows
so I left
for your better tomorrow
It was very hard
to drink your tears
when I knew
I was the reason
they became poison
which killed our relation
when I couldn’t make you smile
How could I make you cry?
left..
left the desires
killed the dreams
now..
some new dreams
are here to stay
making me free every moment…
But still
It was not easy
It was a matter ..
of loving and leaving

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It takes a big heart to love in losing, @Archana_Sharma, one which could love a pet bird and let it go free. In other times, such a one may be called a martyr, to forego self-interest for the sake of the loved one left unencumbered to seek a better future. You have woven an intricate tapestry of denial, as many poets before you have done, and glory at such a sacrifice. so wonderfully depicted in your poem.

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