A secret world

by Sanjida Shaheed


What is this thing
Called love?

This love!

The more I drink
The thirstier I am.

I see
In darkness.

Yet I fumble in light.

Do you seek this?

This thing called love?

This love that
Must break you
To mend you.

Love is
A bed of roses.

And every rose
Has its thorn.

Do not dare
To enter.

If you are
A seeker

Of pleasure.

Love is
A secret world.

Only those
Who bear pain

With love

Possess the key.

Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: April 27, 2016
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