When love is a war,
the hunger succeeds the fear,
longin fights the dark inside,
dilemma tends to tear,
the austerity in the eyes,
makes the glow all the more,
they invite a kinda formality,
except the thirst everything becomes a chore,
emptiness increases with the time,
the void is left open inside,
no matter the fill is from anywhere,
eyes don’t betray the hide,
music plays in the soul,
and love attains wat’s called divine,
stays persistant through ages,
grows like an vicious vine..

This poem was written/submitted by Karan Rana.