Monday, 18 January 2016

Her Divine love




She doesn't know why
All she could, is heave a sigh
May be she has to wait for one more life
To love her love as his wife

Weeping in a dark corner where none could see
Kissed by pains and tears
And she now hopes
A shaft of new hope, kiss her toes

Her heart aches making a cacophony
Knuckling under the symphony of fate
Slowly her heart is getting an armor
And pains can break her no more

Often love is sublime when incomplete
Pure, elegant and neat
And when it reaches eternity
It's no less than true Divine