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O paramour ! Will melt myself for your delight,
So that I'd stay weak and you be might.

I would go meaningless for the whole life,
And may you be someone's loving wife.

Would carry loads of your blames lifetime,
No clarification, write only a weeping rhyme.

I'm happy without you, is not a fact,
Would achieve a lot but be always lacked.

If you still accompany me but I can't be,
As it always rings in my brain, that you hate me.

It doesn't mean I don't miss you,
Perhaps it should be a good adieu.

I always devote you like my muse,
And through my poesy would make readers amuse.

You forget me but I'd never,
Drape your dignity ever and forever.

I always would be bitter like a neem tree,
And heal other's deseas to make them free.

You forget and miss me never,
But I Keep loving you forever,
Dark love poem
O you ! Do me a favour,
Please not love me.
Yet I asked your hatred,
So please hate me.
But you gave not either,
And left deserted me.
Losing your company, was a shock,
This hazard is shame on me.
Broken heart poem
Thou hast given clefts in my heart
The glance doth me that impact .
Never knew how Cleopatra was beautiful
But could know how the goddess stare.
'tis come to knowledge which made me that impact.
O lady ! O darling ! Mend me
I'm burning bare.
I wish I were to thou in the gala and fair
Thou Could halt and nodus send me
Containing thy avow then and there.
Now in my lonesome I'm invoking thee.
O My paramour see , I'm on my knee
I'm on my knee.
The glance
The moment, when I was dying for you,
The moment, when I was crying for you.

And my liver was burning by the acid,
You were mum, solemn and placid.

Then you came up to me, as a great saviour,
What you did, that really changed my behavior.

Devoid of it, I would have turned into rabid,
And then my poetry could also be invalid.

Whatever you did to me, was a great occasion,
And my adversity had been defeated by that invasion.

Now I think, why did you care about me?
It was a great love, and didn't you see?

I'm beholden by your chivalrous noble deed,
That made another day of my life, to lead.
Love poem

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