Just satisfied with truth.

Yes I loved her,
To the maddest extent

made every other thing blur

And now living with dent.


My book is full of Ruth ,

I am not happy 

Just satisfied with the truth.



Because I sleep with sorrow 

And wake up with pain ,

In the chaos of tomorrow 

I find the reason to love again.

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