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I talk with myself sometimes, Sometimes, I weep too. But, all of a sudden, when I take my pen. The emotions flow through it. The pen weeps too. A heartbroken poet is not new, This feeling is not rare for me too. I roam under the dark sky, Through dark forests, maybe all in my mind. All in a quest to find you. Amidst the mist of false love and lies. I ask everyone where my love lies. You linger and play in my Castle of dreams But, you are missing in my Palace of reality. God knows where you hide. He won't tell me, for I'm a poet. I suffer a curse to have a broken heart. To lay on thorns and still sing songs. A poet's heartbreak is a bane. Until death, It shall ever remain.
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Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
A poet's heartbreak
I talk with myself sometimes, Sometimes, I weep too. But, all of a sudden, when I take my pen. The emotions flow through it. The pen weeps too. A heartbroken poet is not new, This feeling is not rare for me too. I roam under the dark sky, Through dark forests, maybe all in my mind. All in a quest to find you. Amidst the mist of false love and lies. I ask everyone where my love lies. You linger and play in my Castle of dreams But, you are missing in my Palace of reality. God knows where you hide. He won't tell me, for I'm a poet. I suffer a curse to have a broken heart. To lay on thorns and still sing songs. A poet's heartbreak is a bane. Until death, It shall ever remain.
A poet has to suffer heartbreaks. It's not in his hands to relieve himself. It is the divine plan.
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asquareh
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asquareh
18/M/Assam
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
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