She Is More Than...

Really...

It is so easy to love the happy branches, leaves between green branches, while their existence is destroyed perfectly.

And she's ready to burn or cut a fire

It's very hard to love such women

Those who have lost everything.

Those who see the redness of happiness, smile for a long time

It's already past.

Those who don't care now if someone comes or goes

Those who don't know how many layers keep on straw

You have left your heart!

The perfection that has been stone.

It's not easy to love such women

Those who already lives inside them.

And she can't empty that place

For someone else

One who cannot trust even after saving lakhs.

To hold someone's extended hand

Yes it's hard to love women like this

Those who have lost their everything....!