Dusmanta Choudhury
Love And Hate
Love me not
, in the name of love
For it is so
fickle,like the sky above
Speak thou
movingly in moist tone
Bathed in
deep love often & often
So mystic so
mutable, its feeling is
Wabbles on
life's track,not to cease
And in the
eyes bloom,vista so soft
With fainter
sighs, the love is so apt
Red is the
hem that laughs at coral
All the
sweet dreams tied in that all
Life is so
mundane so does the love
Like a spark
in the muggy sky above
Begets an
access in sea of sorrows
As so subtle
an unseason primrose
Tufts of
hopes that dwell in human
What love
what hate,is same in turn
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