without you

I used to think that love is nothing. But someone has said the truth that whoever feels like it should know.A poem for all of you ....... It's a strange system of this world. They leave and say we were yours, weren't we?? The word love is very small. But only one who is suffering from this situation can tell..how much pain is the word love. This is about those days when summers were at their peak...in the hostel in the name of children. The lives of the living students are like arrows... especially those students who used to shower garlands of love.. Please go home and talk.. You know that my day doesn't pass without talking to you. Kashaf held Hassan's hand and said. He closed his eyes and said.. I know but I am afraid of losing you. Why am I afraid of losing you all the time. If you leave me, you won't do it? Keeping his hand on Hassan Kashaf's lips. Do not utter such words .I will never leave you.Don't worry Kashaf, I will talk to you all the time when I go home. Kashaf smiled. Ok now I will go. Both hands separated from each other. Hasan left. Kashf extended his hand. But he He was gone. She cried uncontrollably. The tears were not stopping.