Love Poem: Me - the Devil
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Written by: Pratik Shrivastava

Me - the Devil

The Devil I shall be called,
Incapable of love to be known.

Sun doesn’t always shine bright and darkness doesn’t forever resides.

It changed every thing when she came in,
Hell froze over and snow started sprinkling.

Hope there was that she will change the way people think of the devil.

But the vase fell and broke the sleep;
Now devil has to burn in hell for all eternity.