Shades of Dark

Coward’ my being is
A frightened one.
Ask me not, what love is!
Neither pull, the shades of dark.

Yours realistic sight;
my harsh reality is,
Narrate me not!
Spare me my, shades of dark.

No definition of love
is in my possession-
Unknown even from my own self
I am in hiding, behind the shades of dark.

He is no thief;
Unknown he is!
Neither is he, my reality.
His ignorance forms him; his shades of dark.

Curtained and shy
My ecstatic world is.
No demand of reciprocation in existence is.
My feelings are the shades of dark.

~Mehak Dhaar

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