Love - Lorn

Amidst the sprinkling rains and mist,
Shivering in the chilling wind and breeze,
In the vast Meadows and sitting on the grass,
A lad in his teens comes into the emptiness,

He sits under a tree and a lot does he shiver,
Those rags more damped with the wind more cruel,
The sun lost in cloudsand the gloom takes over,



But none does he see, neither does he feel,
Pondering over some random thoughts, he smiles under his knees.

With distant train horns, trespassing into his silence, he wakes up from his thoughts and heads into the mainland,

With a mindful of sorrows and a heart shattered so fine,
He comes to his vill, buries love inside too deep.

Once upon a pair, now he stands left alone
Waiting for his sweetheart, a poor love-lorn.

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