Sunday, 12 January 2014

Of hope

The more she fell for him, the more he didn't. 
The tighter she held on, the more he let go. 
The more she counted on him, the more he disappointed. 
The more he meant to her the more he was unperplexed. 
She still fought on because sometimes love means never giving up. 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.


  1. Love meant never giving up. That's a WoW:)

  2. Blogging is that the new poetry. I notice it terrific and wonderful in some ways.


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