True love..

1

Telling you the reminiscence of the constant past.

Of a boy who lived and searched his bays.

happiness he spread with no hatred.

And spent his days with his chosen friends,

Smiling and sharing gleeful tales.

He grew up with principles and fables, learnt.

And met and made new friends with group of boys and girls.

One such among took his heart,

And he fell for her, as if he got ensnarled.

He helped and glued with her,

But his Adhesive were pale and strut.

2.

An another boy took his love

So far in stinted fane,

She did not realise and followed,

the boy looked her in aghast shallow.

He spent days and nights sinking in the thoughts,

For what actually went wrong!

The relinquishing remarks he made,

‘This wasn’t my love, and it was a mistake. ..’

He went forth treading his paths

Becoming what he desired,

And engrossing the thing he admired.

3.

He sat one day, and thought for his love.

Tears formed in his eyes and dried

As his comrades can infer.

All his days passed like a unquenchable thirst…

‘All I did, was only for her return?’ ..

A piece of his heart was still with her..

Alas, his remorse can never discern.

He grew and grew and grew old.

His might and strength and body senescenced,
A parchment paper appeared and it said,

‘The love you crave has died,

The girl once you loved has now realised’

For her heart beated for him,

Craving to returned to his vortex, each moment!

But alas! everything were too late.

His thirst quenched with the ink,

As it disappears with the tears in every winks.

And closed his eyes with a smile

And saw his love talking to him, again!

Taking him to the magnificent realm of sane.

Aquib khan .

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