Love , a curse in our stars , blessing in disguise ,
Like a blind man’s lamp guides till our doom .
It isn’t a nine day wonder that time despise ,
But , pulls the strings of our heart in days of gloom.
No prophet knows a fate of love ,
My wits puzzled what hath she ?
Not the skin that’ll wrinkle made me love ;
Pin the blame on your eyes that glee.
Your deafened heart threw my songs in vain ,
Your footmarks mock my potraits of love .
Let her stones get wet by my tears of rain
And Let the debt of love marks all I have .
Not a potion , but love can cure one’s soul ,
Immune to love , thy life is a foul.
A brand new clock with all new resolution i wish to buy
From the eight hour of midnight to the arrival of dawn i'm all awake
The soul speaks in darkness and whatever echoes from there is
Never to Abhor
Never to be aberated by whatever is around
Never to be an abator
The mind Abjure's & the soul takes an oath to abnegate all the evil around
To abolish all fear,,thrust & lust
Never to feel abashed for how you are,who you are.
As Life is nothing more than a nine day wonder,
Beginning with a bliss of growth & vision of hope
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