In strange place, one
strange war
In the mind:
War of feelings and
war of doubt.
Was it really a war
of love?
Or else war of
infatuation, he didn't know?
Her first glance, her
first smile;
Shot a cupid’s arrow
on bull’s eye:
Poor heart.
She passed by leaving
vivid memory,
Which wreck his sleep.
He wondered in search
of answer,
Everywhere he shouted
a loud that;
Oh the uncontrollable
heart!!
But the answer of
madness was “love”
Which every one get
touched by…
He denied several times, however,
Big question adjusted
in his small heart.
The days of agony
went on…
He asked here?
He questioned there?
He shouted here?
He asked there?
“Love” was the answer
anyways.
Definition of love
grew slowly:
He found heaven around
her
And, hell when apart.
Again his heart ache in
doubt,
"Do I really love her?
Oh my unbearable
heart!"
“No”, his brain
proclaimed,
But heart didn’t give
corporation.
War still prevailed
between,
Uncertain heart and
reasonable brain;
Heart with history
bearing testimony,
And brain with futile
infatuation,
Which weighted
equally in magnitude.
The infatuation for
lust,
The infatuation for
beauty,
Infatuation of
youthful age
Which everyone
touches by…
The sleepless nights,
The meals without
taste,
Bizarre joy
remembering her,
The
smile just a while
And tears of losing
her,
Where much stronger
reasons:
For brain to kneeled
down
With trophy of
victory
To his brave heart
And best wishes to
rule over her heart too…
Yes, he love her
And he promises to do what
ever
To win her heart for
his brave heart....
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