Unsuccessful love is the real love 

When man doesn’t awake nor sleep

Some break like their heart on its edges

Some breaks down and then make the eagles flying on the skies

What is the weight of love that reaches the end

One age some happiness one shroud

Memories do not burn in the fire of failed love

On burnt ashes a new city stands

Unsuccessful love is the real love

Rakesh Shukla


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