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    TIT
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    The incomplete love story

    'The incomplete love story of oursCompletes me every day.

    Day becomes livid with you,
    Works in the sun
    For the sweat of love
    To trickle
    From memory of yours.

    Evening becomes lonely
    For your magical words,
    Croons to remember
    The days when you had draped
    Your shoulder
    For your belligerent eyes
    To compel me
    To love you.

    Night becomes angry,
    Remains sleepless
    For the presence
    Of your absence,
    Searches the black mole on your waist
    In the painting
    That my love does for you.

    Dawn becomes emotional
    To see the romance of dew and rose,
    Showing the black mole
    You come for union,I ooze love
    To sleep in your arms,
    But deceiving my sleepy eyes,
    You vanish
    To complete me
    For my incomplete story.'

    Every love story doesn't end in marriage. Some stories complete themselves by uniting lovers and some stories remain great by their incompleteness. The distance though maintains separation, but true love remains in hearts.
    Yes, the poem elaborates the story of a lover who misses yet finds his inamorata everywhere and every time. Be it evening, be it night or be it day, he finds her presence. The presence of her absence makes his night to witness the painting in which it searches the black mole. The emotional dawn brings union and when he acquires sleep of satisfaction, she vanishes to complete him for the incomplete story.

    'Night bids adieu
    Day bids adieu
    But memory never bids adieu,
    It kisses the past,
    Loves the present
    And accompanies the future.'

    Yes, memory never bids adieu, but the day and night do. Memory kisses the past, caresses the present and accompanies the future. We can go ahead in life but memory of past and memory of love never leave us. Love carves a niche in heart as memory and some worship it and some try to forget it. Those who have loved truly, will never forget past, but will move with life with pureness.
    Who can change the wish of destiny? Some stories are meant not to get completed. Personally, I have come across a story of true love between a boy and girl who have never met yet in life. They don't know whether they will meet or not, but their love and their bonding remain strong. They pray for each other. They want happiness and peace to reign in their lives. They share feelings within the boundaries. They care for each other within the boundaries. Yes, some stories are truly connected. It is not that union of bodies are required to convey love, it is the union of pureness of unselfish love that comes from true souls.

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