True Love Is Immortal

True Love Is Immortal prose poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi


I still remember
when we met first time
on the beautiful sea-shore
I was so fascinated
by your sweet voice
and cute gestures
as if I had been devoured
by your soul and suddenly
I was drowning in a torrid sea
it was my first crush on you
we walked together and
weaved love dreams in our eyes
then our first love began to bloom
but suddenly you turned hostile
and all my mounting dreams
tumbled down to break into pieces
you can run from the truth
you can hide the truth
you can deny the truth
but you can’t knock down the truth
because truth is immortal
like a true love and
my devotion will never end
for vows and promises
we made on the sea-shore
may be you have forgotten
all those sweet moments
we spent under love umbrella

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