How many have we had last?
I know you love me,
with that at cost,
I request for a favour.
You see… I had vowed never to love again.
But in some way, our hearts met somewhere,
and they spoke a language they understood.
They sang songs they related to,
and they stayed. But I speak for your heart.
Don't love me too much… hate me.
Actually, love me less daily. Don't put in much.
I don't mean to say I am going,
but you see, I have seen shattered hope.
I have seen a shattered heart.
Don't love me like the others.
Love me carefully… think of you.
They say obsession is real love, right?
Well, when it is right, it is—
defying laws that bind us, puts us at cost.
What if…
what if the unimaginable happens?
What if I break you? What if you break me?
I want to give you a reason to live,
not one to trash an episode of your life.
So let's be honest.
Don't be mad at me… think of you.
Don't love me too much; I am mortal.
I err… you err.
I hope I am not the reason you lose your smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem