I thought we are from the same world,
And you were the star that shone bold.
The ones born to shone millions of years ago,
To light hope in someone's life to glow.
Thought you are a sea of bliss,
From your first glimpse.
I wanted to declare my love from heaven,
Yet I reached hell from your hatred, a lesson.
Pain is the only prize,
For my true love showered, a surprise.
My heart was hunted only to be put down,
None would know, but forever I will mourn.
If there was a competition for pained hearts,
Mine would lead everyone in the race chart.
If there was a trophy for the hearts broken,
For the number of pieces, mine would surely win.
And if there was a kingdom for heart breaking,
You would be forever its queen, I'm not joking.
If there is really a place called hell,
There will be no king, but you as a queen will dwell.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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