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Poetry Recitation Unspeakable Love
The Unknown Love
Mohammed Tahir Hussain.
I've sailed the ocean for love,
My heart's broken for love,
Even though there is no love,
I didn't have a heart.
There is no heart of love,
I wanted to know how many ways to wait, how many twilights,
How many clouds are waiting for you?
There was no love, no infinite love.
How much time has passed in waiting, in wishing, in hoping,
At the end of the day, the heart did not respond.
So many dreams, so many hearts broken.
My heart still doesn't stop.
After reading this poem, we realized how much time, how much desire, how much dream we take to get our love. But sometimes we don't find love. Our hearts do not match, the heart of desire does not meet us.
How many hours we wait, how many hours we wait, how many twilights we wait - still many times we do not get the union of those hearts. We wait with our hearts unwavering. However, the wait for many twilight hours does not end, nor does the last hour. Lots of love, lots of love, but we're still waiting.
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By TH HridoyThe Unknown Love
Mohammed Tahir Hussain.
I've sailed the ocean for love,
My heart's broken for love,
Even though there is no love,
I didn't have a heart.
There is no heart of love,
I wanted to know how many ways to wait, how many twilights,
How many clouds are waiting for you?
There was no love, no infinite love.
How much time has passed in waiting, in wishing, in hoping,
At the end of the day, the heart did not respond.
So many dreams, so many hearts broken.
My heart still doesn't stop.
After reading this poem, we realized how much time, how much desire, how much dream we take to get our love. But sometimes we don't find love. Our hearts do not match, the heart of desire does not meet us.
How many hours we wait, how many hours we wait, how many twilights we wait - still many times we do not get the union of those hearts. We wait with our hearts unwavering. However, the wait for many twilight hours does not end, nor does the last hour. Lots of love, lots of love, but we're still waiting.