We Wore Purple Blanket | Poem

Love is ugly,
It takes on the sickness.

Love is nothing,
It leads to everything.

Love is you,
You never talked about it.

Love is silence,
We put on ourselves.

How come my soul writes,
These innocent rhymes,
I’m surviving on chaos,
Peace is a resort destroyed,
I’m monster who never breathes.

What out togetherness tells us?
What gloom is for me, dearest,
Is not happiness for you.

©Suraj Jangid


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