Roaming Romance
Flow of warm drops from my eyes in winters,
Might be a sign that my eyes are drying.
If love is a sin, I'm among sinners,
Might be a sign that it's alone crying.
My mistake was to dive into her eyes,
And there is no way to go back to death.
I confirmed my death in the sea of lies,
No more drowning and no hustle for breath.
A normal life was not enough for me,
So, conferred my soul to love and romance.
A mad man imaging story with thee,
So there does not remain any regrance.
When my eyes are red and sky is all black,
Then there is no chance of moon going back.
Copyright © Meetkumar Tailor | Year Posted 2025
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