BIBHAKAR DUTTA

(02-04-1987 / Malda, West Bengal, India)

Truth


The truth is waiting behind you,
love was only the hope;
but you have thrown it on sty.
Now, I think, how can I heal?
I am your beloved, not a spy.
The truth was once our life,
the truth was our pride,
but today It is a sentiment
as for our detachment.
I don't know, who is right,
or what makes it wrong?
The truth tells about our love,
and I get something more than worldly covenant.
The past has passed
though my love still lives in stillness;
our love exceeds the bond,
that's why, I will love you forever.
Now, I am so much proud
as I am to make my love eternal,
exceeding bouts.

Submitted: Saturday, December 14, 2013
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