Aparting himself from the world,
Busy in war with people.
Changing his thoughts for love,
Making himself out of the world.
But the morning changed,
The night was different.
Seeing the marks given to her,
Still finding her near to him.
He told the world is waiting for her,
She whispered, "I am waiting for you".
Between his war and her love,
She wins loosing her.
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