The Play Of Life

A thing of waste for one, 

Will be a dream thing for another, 

Ever wondered, how love, 

That our heart held for years, 

Just get blasted by a simple, 

Pinch of ego, 

No matter how small the snake is, 

Or no matter how bigger the wall is, 

In the end, strong belief, 

Can ruin an entire Kingdom. 

And, today, the broken heart of yours, 

You curse it with, 

And the words weaved by it,

In the form of poetry, 

Is now someone's treasure, 

The words you mend with tears,

Fill in the hearts of the reader, 

Giving her a fortune, 

Providing her a path, 

Giving her heart a warmth, 

Giving her a hope, 

Love will come back again!