By Challa Bhanu Pranav
Life asked me once: “What does love mean to you?”
“Pain,” I replied before I heard the question.
Not long after, when my throat was wringing the lump within,
As she drove away, life whispered once again: “Pain, you say…”
“Damn, that is deep! I hope it changes for the better soon” said a friend of mine,
“Every tear on my pillow hopes the same as I weave those words to dry my eye.” I replied.
By Challa Bhanu Pranav
beautifully written🌟
😢
Deep🥺