Love

5:22:00 AM

My heart aches. Hurt, mended and hurt again,
I long to see my distant beloved.

The past flashes in front of me, the memories, the moments.

Oh! When can I see you again?

The wait kills me, the longing tortures me.

Slowly, my life seeps away, soon I will cease to be.

If death is really the final aim,

Just come over to kill me, so I may see your face again.

(Inspired from Ranjish hi sahi)

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