গল্পটা হবে তোমায় নিয়ে

✍️ Written by: Mx Rashu
People of this world are strange indeed— 
Bound by illusion, silently they bleed. 
Chasing love, they lose it all, 
Return alone, with shattered dreams that fall.
I am one of them, 
Who loved and lost himself in the flame. 
She—a woman of many forms, wrapped in mystery, 
Plays with love as if it were a toy, a fleeting history.
Perhaps she finds joy in tears, 
Perhaps pain is what she holds dear. 
The glimmer of sorrow draws her near— 
As if crying is the gift she most revere.
To her, love is just a game, 
To me, it was a sacred name. 
So this is the ending, this is the cost— 
Yet I write, I speak, I remain, though lost.