POEM

Heart is fragmented with fragmented love.
True love is counted with eternality.

Fragmented love is aching the heart.
The losing love is counted with aching heart.

The aching heart is infinite.
Aching psyche affects heart.

Emotion is not measured.
Tears are rolling down.

Eternal ache is in heart.
False counting of love has ached in heart.

No persuasion is there in love.
Light is vanished and aching is enough.