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Jul 2015
She was mesmerizing him all the way from death to life.
From his reality to her lies.
Looked like she was saving him.
From that darkness where light was dim.

It looked real but it was fake.
It was sweet but not a cake.
On her, He forgot to do a reality check.

He realized, she was not real.
It was now all clear,
Nothing left to conceal.

It wasn't love at all.
She knowingly made him fall.
It was her arrogance that she left.
Abandoned his heart and life that she kept.
He wept and wept and wept and wept.

Then once again, an angel came.
He thought that she's playing a game.
But she was real, she was the one.
He tried to run from what's already done.

He fell, Fell harder.
And got caught.
Caught by her, realized he still has heart
in that slot.

She healed his hurt, and mended him.
Brighten the light which had gone dim.
He could see the love of his life.
The one whom he wanted to make his wife.

He got to know that love can hurt and love can heal.
It is something not everyone can feel.

His story ends now.
I take a bow.
A poem on every poet's life.
Arpan Rathod
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Arpan Rathod
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   --- and hamid khan
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