Confession or Illusion

On that day words were very few to speak
Feelings were but your heart was walking on another street
Questions were Just left in the mind
And he adieu me by saying I am kind.
How can I be so fine?
When I think about you day and night.
Your love use to make me shine
 How should I make my heart to feel delight.
Feelings are bottling up
Are they on the verge of corrupt,
Still there is a question do I really had wrong intuition
Or love is just a ILLUSION.
~Deepa Pasarad
Navi Mumbai, India

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