The pining lover, feeds the tepid flame of love,

Burning in his heart, with sighs and moans;

The pleasing smart, he so loves, and abhors,

Both tortures him, and yet placates alone.

The fumes of sighs, beseech the cascading tears,

Fuelling his heart’s yearning, not to disclose his ache;

Weary with sorrow, and longing, that isn’t akin to pain;

As the brume, resembles the rain; so does, the lover’s heartache.


9 thoughts on “Heartache”

  1. That’s a negative marketing for love. Many would shrink back ๐Ÿ™‚

    Beautiful poetry.

    P.S. Why in world people use so much of bold and italics? I hope somebody would invent protective glasses to read them. ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. I’m trying to save some poor lovelorn souls, if that helps. ๐Ÿ˜‚
      Thank you, sir. ๐Ÿ™‚
      About the glasses, I don’t think I need to worry about that. I’m sure, Dr. Jha’s gonna save the day! ๐Ÿ˜€
      Jokes apart, I like those looping letters – an innate attraction. ๐Ÿ™‚


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