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No it cant be love ...

No I don't love you - 
(though your laugh tinkles in my ear
and makes my soul happy )


No its not love - 
(though my tears know their 
place is only in your arms)


Na it cant be love , i know! -
(though you hurt me sometimes
by your carelessness)


Its not the love , I had dreamt of , i know! -
(though now I think of creating a dream
than dreaming one)


They told me , you could find a better one - 
(though I had always believed them 
but now I wished they would be wrong)


Now when you said , Goodbye forever ! -
(though I was broken down
I held my breath and said... )


Its not love ! I wish ...
It cant be love 

Comments

Devendra said…
Somyaa,

The poem is really touching & it describes the moment when we love somebody but try to console ourself that it can't be love.....

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