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A CONVERSATION

Two lovers. One left the other. And then they meet again to have a small conversation. One loves to love and for the other, love is a sign of weakness.. A short poem - A CONVERSATION.


"Who are you", she asked me.
"The man who proposed you bending on his knees,
The man with whom you spent hours talking under the tree.
The man for whom your eyes once twinkled, that man is me."

"Don't bore me with your rhyming lines."
"But you said, with me you felt being on cloud nine!
You always smiled, together whenever we dined.
And that's the reason I always thought everything is fine."

"Gone are those days & with time my love has faded,
Into a whole new direction my life has headed."
"What about those promises that to me you made?
What about those tears that my eyes did shed?"
"Love is nothing but an illusion dear,
It's a sign of weakness and failure."
"For every disease, love is the only cure.
People may be wrong, but love is always pure.
A person like you can't change my definition of love for sure.
Coz without love, for me you would have been nothing dear."

"So, can we end your philosophy here?"
"OK, if you want then we will end it for sure.
But for the philosophy, I must say people around me like it dear.
As all know around true love, there exists no fear."

******



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  1. Awesome!!! But tell me something..Y do u always characterize girl as the one who breaks the ❤️??

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    1. Because I'm a boy... So mostly hear stories of girls breaking heart. But in recent quotes I have also shown the opposite

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