Madness of Mind…

Madness

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Being a fun of my Hands,

Love dwelling into my Nails.

Scratching my Heart,

That I love her, Apart

Truth of my Veins,

Stops  me to Rain.

That I love Her.
I being a Beggar,

Only can ask to Me.

Why? Why to ruin?

Myself me and into Me.

A story tough to Narrate.

A mystery revealed to Forget,

That I love Her.
Traditions tampered my Face,

My money but,

No rights to Case.
It deemed by my Own,

Nartured to Grow.

Into my Chest,

To pasteurized my Face.

But I looked Dull, 

Because of this Preamble.

That I have to leave this Society,

So that I love Her.
I was bound to Admit,

That I have to summit,

Me, my ego and Her.

To the brutality of Them,

To be punished of Nothing,

Done upto Wrong.

I scared of Them,

Can you understand my Pain.
When I torcherd  by Me,

Then what picture of Hers.
So, I became fun of my Own.

To scratch walls of Heart.

Author: RV_Sir

Currently working as Asst. Professor in Parul University, Vadodara. I have my hands in the fields of art and poetry and continuously boosting my skills. You can refer linesays.org for checking in what I am up to.

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