Love - the pain our spirit hails

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Love - a poison spirit craves to quench its thirst
To power one’s heart as here simple logic fails

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Continuous battle of "love me", "love me not"
While hopes grow when the expectation frails

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The one glimpse is worth a million sights
even for the carefree, the Obsession prevails

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Drum beats in chest as her footsteps approach
Lack of control reflects behind artificial veils

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Hell hath no fury like her disapproving tone
Rush of fear where one ends up Biting nails

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Nature's way of filling spirit's noblest void
Where self belief vanishes first and faith trails

- Khawaja Bilal Hussain