Love 

This is a poem that was a result of a disturbed night…

Because i don’t know what love is, anymore;
It’s illusion diminishing further from the core,
A formal collaboration… an undertaken oath,
An objective of the enslaved souls.
I don’t know what love is, anymore;
The subtle loss of all once adored…
The comfort of the ordinary routine,
Promises breaking of what should have been.
I don’t know what love is anymore;
The residual waves fringe the shore,
In the depths of my heart, I swim against the tide…
Deciphering the million meanings implied. 

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