The longing that devours us from within
and emptiness that renders human life
a barren desert of dry rocks and sand,
let us label it as love of a fatal kind!

So often it has visited me that I
had to stop counting many years ago,
each time with a different look and face,
each time cutting me more but hurting a little less!

So I thought, love is painful at the very least,
frivolous too with haughty words and commitments  
but when I saw her face, while thinking I could bleed no more,
soon I knew that I had never been with real love before!

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