Pages Of Love by Mradul Gupta - HTML preview

Love can never be defined,

But for me you gave it a meaning.

I seem to be just shattered,

My dreams all scattered,

This love only keeps me alive,

In dreams of my proposed wife.

Of all the love I showered,

Why do only my mistakes tower?

When life turns wrong,

Only problems are those that throng,

Life was never this long,

Everything looks like a song,

Someone beating hard the tong,

The tunes going continuously wrong,

Melodies ferociously ruining the song.

God tell me who would wish to sing,

It would probably be the last best thing,

Who would dance to this tone?

Al one could think of is moan.

This is just the beginning part,

I’ll write till I empty my heart.