“ Dislike them
Who does not trust you
And who betray you.
That is what natural law”
-She.
It may…
But, sorry
It is not my way.
I learned to spell
The couplet of love
When each arrows of
Deception
Penetrates through the
Throat and heart.
Though I get renounce,
Love is my cast,
Love is my religion…
Love is my soul
Love is my paradise
Even I was convicted continuously
And thrown away from the paradise
Love itself my deity, god…
Sorry, I am not ready to
Quarrel with you, even to forget…
Sorry…
