IT IS ALL ABOUT MOMENTS
Why we talk to each other? Why we contact?
Desire, love, attraction, and interest are responsible
Then why we fall apart? Why we cannot remain intact?
Which factor makes us so feeble?
Those endless talks, those lovable moments
All becomes history in one little snap
From human we turn into devil with no sentiments
We fight, we abuse, and then we increase the gap
Yearning remains for those which will not return
Tears, sorrow, pain, and solitude, they become friends
Life becomes dark world with never rising sun
Stone they are in reality, which we thought were gems
But why we suffer so much? For the person? No.
We suffer for the moments, which we spent, for those happy times
It is all about moments, not the outer show
This is the absolute truth not any delime
Nothing more is expected, only love and love
Be gentle, show some mercy, don't kill the dove
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