She Was The One

Today I know why God made me a human
The species of agony,love and ideas
I was involved in weaving my success
When at sixteen I lost my heart to someone

That person was a temptress
The evil and saviour of beauty
My soul was disease stricken and desperate
With the known killer called love a tragedy

I could not lift up myself
Being lost in the mysterious desert of love
I tried to unsuccessfully convince myself
That this is my end and not my luck

She met me rarely and glanced at me
I could not make out which one was my heart and which one was she
Slowly I got weakened and finally became a slave
To this wonderful committment which I really hate

That glance was divinity and priceless
I know I had not seen it before
And the gesture of kindness and simplicity of smile
I bet no one had received it before

I was born with the Lord’s wish of being separated never
I am living with the desire of loving you forever
I want to get lost with you to a place which can’t be seen in map
I wish to die one day with one drop of your tears and in your lap.

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