A Lover's Epiphany
Bounded lovers grow apart by the tongue of deceit
Surrounded by the foggy fate that neither one could see
Collections of their accolades wither on the ground
As they lie in cold defeat, within their lust was bound
A longing heart goes far and near to fill its chasmal gap
As silent nights and trying times echo from the past
Silence breaks with woes and pains, cries from one's sore mouth
A poorer heart is better off even in the drouth
This poem is about:
Our world