Okram Shakuntala
Whose love is dark
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Whose love is dark
& whose love is bright
Time will say soon
who is right
Love is not a game
of cards
Urchins can play it
in nice orchards
Love is true that
knows no change
It is so high that
has no range
Love is uttered only
in mouth
Like the north
sleeps with the south
There is pretense
In love sense
There is no lie
Where love does lie
Round is the ground
It matters but found
Upon the forehead
To smear with red
Once you dreams
Beautiful reams
With yellow rose
Where live grows
You do doubt
As leaves sprout
But your lips
tremble
To make a feeble
The sky is sky
Beyond your fie
Living and love
Is one and above
Dine with one
With another run
Drink with a bird
Sleep with a pard
The time will come
To offer you some
Beyond your thought
Already you have
brought
Please no shame
For your fame
The game is over
You are a runner
It is always true
Love of a few
Is also bright
To burn a light
