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She created a love for you.
You were busy creating something else.
She loves you.
You love someone else.
People ask you about her :
You will go deep inside of your memories.
You will search,
And fail.
Again re-search,
The mind will be in ail.
You dig deep,
Find nothing.
You are in need,
To find something.
You will be in distress,
Further, you press,
Your mind,
To find.
Untimely you will remember,
She is one of your family members.
With whom you have no memories.
You will be freeze.
The mind will tramp on a trail of memories.
The heart will ache in regret.
The truth hit you like a punch.
You will reply :
Whole life she loves me as no one can.
Whole life I play with her.
In the end, I Slay her.
-Z. A.
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