By Harmehma Kaur Bagga
Oh the sting of a love unrequited,
wounds like no other -
Like a poison dart speared across the chest,
Like the sting of a serpent blaring from the fires of hell,
Like a broken piece of glass stepped on while dancing,
Like a paper cut from a book that rendered you romancing.
Like Hellfire devouring the heart of but a naïve soul.
Like when harrowingly enters the eye that little bit of indelicate kohl.
Life has its lessons and said lessons maketh man Oh lord - when will I recognise that weather this storm, I can
If but only I put to use said lessons to rouse my amour-propre,
To wield my sword against these Horsemen of the Apocalypse quatre.
Dearest one - I pray one day you shall discern
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return".
By Harmehma Kaur Bagga
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