Doubtfully, mistaken, i came across Him
There was an antagonism between myself and soul
I felt the peace, the real bliss of love
I was blind, sick , bewildered
Loving Him in front, attitudinizing
Boasted, unaware of the fact
Deep somewhere inside me
Lives the creator of the universe
Nearer, as more than aorta
When I recognised Him
Felt ashamed of myself
How could I be so late
But found one lucky, wouldn't so late
Love could never be fake
If you did, would end up true
Pseudo love is true love
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
Doubtfully, mistaken, i came across Him
There was an antagonism between myself and soul
I felt the peace, the real bliss of love
I was blind, sick , bewildered
Loving Him in front, attitudinizing
Boasted, unaware of the fact
Deep somewhere inside me
Lives the creator of the universe
Nearer, as more than aorta
When I recognised Him
Felt ashamed of myself
How could I be so late
But found one lucky, wouldn't so late
Love could never be fake
If you did, would end up true
Pseudo love is true love
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