Wednesday, 1 November 2017

Take back your love; your love is false,



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Take back your love; your love is false,
Your love raindrops beautifully fall on all,
A blessing for all beings my heart it calls,
You: a passion slave, is my poor love fall,
You receive my love but you it badly burn,
In the fire of falsity, throws my love ash,
In the dust bin, and keeps hate in the urn,
For the lovers, you my poor love smash,
You steal my soul and make me half dead,
Buried in grave could not reach to the sky,
Seeing by the eyes, rising dead cowered fled,
Reality hides in the veil of atom fail if you try

Love had no being but its being is holy soul,
Nor tears nor sighs but passions love control

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