Why do I seek love,
In hearts that have betrayed ?
Why do I look for solace,
In minds who, by situations are swayed ?
Is betrayal to my pride,
Not an ever-bleeding open wound ?
Then why oh why does my heart,
Remind me of the death of a strong bond ?
Has in this populous wide world remained,
No person, so to feel secure ?
Is Destiny's most unprecedented cut,
The one toughest to cure ?
Love of that friend have I lost,
Who was my life five years.
Romantic love, I never came across,
Yet an ordinary one brought me to tears....
A lie, deception, like a sleek deep hurtful notch,
Struck down my peace of mind and trust,
And had me in disbelief, broken,
Of someone so mean, below a thick crust.
The day went by in sighs,
Little did I do or say,
For what to say to people you now despise,
Silently brooding over, my heart's dismay...
How could she not think,
Of the consequences of her deeds ?
A thread of friendship broke delicately,
Melancholic, mutely, hearts shall bleed.
I thought Fate knew the difference,
Between my strangers and friends,
But trust on people like a blind and secure bird floats,
Till admired, or shot by lover's hands. |
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