There's no love in this mind
There's only the smoke from
the pyre of the mind
That was deserted by the Love.
My fate ever was to gather and burn
The remains of love
Thrown away by many.
I waited for the remains of love.
I burned the remains thrown out to me,
By those who ran to battlefield,
Those who sneaked out to steal money,
Those who took the evening walk,
Not attributing any sanctity to them.
How free I am!
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