To believe in Love is to be in love
When the fragile story moulds your mood
And you are upset because the hero couldn't nourish his dreams
When an eye brimming of Kohl stamps its darkness on your heart
A darkness where love will hide
And light up the soul , to entrench meaning of its existence
The odd stranger smiles , and goodness wipes your agony over this mean world
How you wished , you never believed in this white page
A white page carved of mystery , insanity and goodness
A struggler meets life and loves to die for it
Till he breathes his last passion , standing and alive
How he wished , he could have hated the troubles his journey throws up
But then
Love would rip off every soul it rests in , and still be called
Only love
A beautiful poem .
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