A lone love

Happening to me,
is the love of lone,
a love with me,
for me from me.

Carried away with thoughts,
creating a thousand times,
deleting it several times.

I keep what I like,
eliminating the odds,
joining the dots,
creating it, of my own.

Without any fear of losing,
Without any hope of getting,
Hopelessly and fearlessly,
Stepping ahead in love,
a love with me,
for me from me.

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Gautam Kumar

A poet who writes poetry.

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