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No love

Believing in love is something different for me, 

As the rain pours on my balcony, 

birds creeping sound makes my morning! 

But later it turns into something so annoying,

That I want to sleep again, as there is no love happening. 

It’s a myth I feel to fall in love with somebody, 

Presence does heal but later relationships feel like a responsibility.

I ain’t wanna be somebody’s lover I guess, 

As thousands die in love, and I wanna live. 

So I’ll choose loneliness over a lover, 

With no ring that shows possession, 

I’ll be in million hearts, as love will remain a myth forever. 

-Riya Shah

By Ray

POET| CONTENT WRITER| BLOGGER

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