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In Lost Love…

In Love and in romance we live in a fantasy.
Our fantasies make us appreciate the beauty.
The God’s creation so beautiful,
Things around us so bountiful.
From far we touch everything,
Dream of unlimited possibilities.
In the sky beautiful are a dove pair,
The gardens full of blossoms and music in the air.
It all crumbles down and we see no sun,
When the love and the romance take a run.
Everything collapse taking away our imagination,
The ship of our dreams sink in personal gratification.
Everything burns to ashes at the altar of love,
Once again we think of the Almighty above…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag