In Forgetful Love

She does not listen to me now.
Who was the love of my beloved?
Meet me,it does not matter.
May be now in heart,no love for me.
She does not listen to me now.
Who was the love of my beloved?

Would not that love me,
I do not  even think of him.
But not like that of mine,
my heart does not have it.
She does not listen to me now.
Who was the love of my beloved?

Forgetting so much which would have
been easy,so I also forgot him.
But the same mind like him,
I just do not available.
She does not listen to me now.
Who was the love of my beloved?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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