Who Knows Its Pain?

Love threads love to its side Hearts that pinch thee Brain that shrink to a ray Droplets are not alone on its side But it's the frostiness that speak its fervor Departed love always fall on ground To its pasting its love that speaks Who pass throw it to some side But a lonelier knows the worth of its loss Loss is not merely profound on its way Thirst that humble to all its side To be loved is a paradigm of all time But it's the sanctum that never worship this idol When its loss fumigate, it mourn Self alarm, but the next scream When it's the loss of the self Or it's the pity that speak Without sense But to be a part………………. ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.