The true love
-Ismat Ahmed Shaikh
I left...
Yes, now it's too late
You complained
till I was with you
The moments of joy
The search of love
The dreams
The enmity
Everything you were
Occupied with
Do you realise now?
That I left
Everything changes its meaning.
You can't even move now
See, you failed
to realize
Not your parents
Your partner
Your career
None but me-
Your 'life'
Is your true love
Without me, now
you are
just a piece of flesh
and bones
Now, you are Just dead.
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