All she wished

was to share her love with him.

But when she saw him kissing

the girl he once called stranger,

her heart froze then and there.

She stood still for a while,

her heart unwilling to believe

even her own eyes.

Then with a broken heart

and shattered dreams,

she bade him goodbye.

A teardrop slipped

from her eye,

and her broken heart

silently asked—why?

Young or old,
poetry is for all.
Some write soft,
some write bold,
sometimes cold.
Yet they are all
treasures like gold,
never to be sold.

The world's geography
so well do they know
strangely that of their own
the sum is zero