An imaginary stretch of thought about Love gone bad.
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When God decided to give him,
A chalice full of love,
He showed up to receive it,
With a really tiny little cup.
A chalice full of love,
He showed up to receive it,
With a really tiny little cup.
He liked what God had poured,
In his small little vessel,
It was calming and refreshing,
Surely very sensible.
In his small little vessel,
It was calming and refreshing,
Surely very sensible.
He liked the color and flavour,
And liked the inherent faith.
The smoothness and the softness,
A combination great.
And liked the inherent faith.
The smoothness and the softness,
A combination great.
But he doubted and questioned,
The logic and the history.
He heard and judged,
And disliked that story.
The logic and the history.
He heard and judged,
And disliked that story.
So he emptied his little vessel,
Back to it's source.
And God took back the receptacle,
What is love with force?
Back to it's source.
And God took back the receptacle,
What is love with force?
Shraddha.
20.04.2014
20.04.2014
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