Thou did not grant me my love, I learnt to live with the pain, For love ain't about possession, Or about materialistic gain, I can live with the assurance alone, That he is happy and sound, His heartbeats are linked to mine, To his life, my life bound, Then why, Dear Lord, make him suffer?, And make his poor heart bleed, I ask of You to heal him well, Maybe, that's my own greed, For his tears make me weak, Lord, You are being unfair, Thou did not grant me my love, Atleast, grant him his share....!!!
Epic College Love Stories – 5: Sayoni beckons
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