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Cried Heart

The broken Love poem-ends up making a strong individual

By NFPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
Cried Heart
Photo by Melissa Askew on Unsplash

O love, weeping came to an end

I do not know why I started crying after hearing your name

That's how every evening passes in hopes

Today there is something to cry about in the evening

Sometimes the mourning of destiny, sometimes the grief of the world

Manzil Ishq cried at every step

The series of lamentations ended on me

I cried so much in the days of circulation

When it comes to remembrance, the form of love

I cried my heart out

When no one surrounds me

I overthrew the burden by shedding out tears

O Love, weeping makes me strong

heartbreak

About the Creator

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