I hate my truthful heart 

When it beats for you,

As if in a small Ireland 

There is no one except you.

I hate my freaking brain

When its thinks of only you,

As if things are changing

I am simply falling into you.

But i hate myself much

Among all above,

Because I don't believe in

The existence of true love. 

                                 

                                    - lucky (sagarika rauto)