The midnight is beautiful,
No one is there,
Nothing to miss,
Nothing to loose,
Nothing to hurt,
Only invaded love.
No one is there,
Nothing to miss,
Nothing to loose,
Nothing to hurt,
Only invaded love.
When soul is faded,
Time is recursive,
Nothing to hide.
Time is recursive,
Nothing to hide.
It’s midnight,
Only invaded love.
Final exam is near……But don’t know why I have written this bullshit in the name of poem….Maybe for passing some times before exam.
