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»When Love Dies«

by Dan Mahlangu, February 12, 2014

When love dies because of lies,
the heart falls and crumbles.
The internal pain intensifies 'til it's reflected in the eyes on a regular basis.
The mind becomes demented and lost
and begins to search for relief in unfamiliar places
and life becomes meaningless
then suicidal thoughts creep in.
The body shrinks
'til the bones tell a tale of gloom
underneath the skin.

Written: May 2007
Tags: Love

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Published by writerslounge.net on February 12, 2014 under courtesy of the author.

Reader comments

"Kitne Roop hai Tere maa,
Kitna hai Pyar Tujhme maa.

Tujhme Kitna Pyar Basa hai,
Kitne tere Roop hai Maa,
Tujhse hi Sansar Basa hai,
Tu Har Ghar ki Rani Maa.

Biwi Bankar jab tu hai Aati,
Gha ki Laxshmi tu ban jati.
Beti Bankar jab tu Aati,
Izzat Ghar ki Jeenat ban jati.

Jis Roop me tu Aati hai,
Khushiyan hi Khushiyan Lati hai.
Jab Dushman se Takrati hai tu,
Durga, Jhansi Mardani ban jati hai.

Tere Pyar se Jag Roshan hai Maa,
Tujhse hi Sansar Basa hai Maa,
Tu Amna Bhi hai Durga Bhi hai Maa,
Tere Dum se Dunia aabad hui Maa.

Hai kitne Roop tere Maa,
Jag Me Sabse Pyari Tu.
Hai kitne Roop tere Maa,
Jag me Sabse Nyari tu.

Maa Mariyam Tera Roop Nirala,
Qadmo mai Jannat Tere Maa.

Tu jo Faila de Anchal apna Maa,
Sansar simat jaye Anchal me tere.
Tere Qadmo me Jannat hai,
Maa tu Jannat ki Rani Maa.

Kitne Roop hai Tere maa,
Kitna hai Pyar Tujhme maa.

Jab hath uthy Dua ke liye Arsh ki Aur Tere Maa,
Arsh wale bhi Ro Padte hai Teri Duaon ko Sunkar Maa.

Rab se Sifarish bhi karte hai Teri Dua ko le jakar.
Masavvir bhi Rone lagte hai Teri Duaon ko Pakar.

Mann karta hai Bas jau Qadmon me Tere,
Ghar Bna Lu Sangmar ka Qadmon me Tere.

Kitne Roop hai Tere maa,
Kitna hai Pyar Tujhme maa.

Arshad Mirza, Dec 5, 2019
"Thank you."
Dan Mahlangu, Feb 18, 2015
Thomas Mpho Ndlovu, Feb 14, 2015

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