The Play of Love

The picture of yours, 

Sent across the world, 

As an open letter, 

For him to view, 

Like the princess, 

Who wore the favorite flower of his 

To express her love for him!

Lips are harder to move, 

With the words of love 

Kept on the tongue of ours, 

Sometimes, the heart is heavier, 

With the words unspoken,

But anger still makes us stand, 

On the burning hell of ego. 

Million eyes falls into your pics, 

But our eyes, 

Are tired searching for his! 

Let the play of love, 

Played with love hidden, 

Behind the curtains of ego, 

The audience will never have a clue about, 

The ending is always gonna end with applause, 

With the tears rolling down everyone's cheeks. 

The walls of the auditorium, 

Is never tired of this drama, 

Only the hearts loved once, 

Feel for their lost love, 

As the fragrance of ego fades away!