Love And Its Misery Poem by Shiv Kumar

Ah! now i see how love can change a person
change can be both gud and bad
in both case it transforms a being
to a new individual or a new man

dis new man is a reflection of her imagination
she takes u, makes u
she holds u, molds u;
she casts u the way she wants to

i sumtimes think she doesn't love me
but loves the person she dreams of
the person she could transform me into
the person she always longed

i was happy to change
for her happiness her 'prem'
as long as she remains,
mine and always mine

but things doesn't seem to work out
i lost me myself for her now
my personality is in turmoil
i can't take it anymore now

i was like a bird in a cage
had to break free at some stage
the lost voice got free
yelled at her and plead

love me for wat i am
not for wat u could make me
i am not ur toy so
don't play me

she broke up wid me dat instance
she left me wid my pain
never looked back for a moment
and i cried as it rained

is dis change is the cause of break up
as ur not the person who she once loved
but the blame is on her, as
she's the one who brought change

now i remain dere
without a soul without a heart
forgot who i once was
just like a clay doll