By name 'Poem', I say onto thee

What is love if you can't think atleast one of me?

To write me, a must it is to fall in love or be betrayed by one

What is hate if not for me who express it for thee?

To write me, live a life full of hate atleast for a day

What is sorrow without 'I' which shows the pen?

To write me, atleast, lose something important to thee

Emotions, reality and all a man could think of

Locked up by me, waiting for thee to unveil

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