Okram Shakuntala
Language of mind
The language of mind
And the language of eyes
All poets say that
There the love lies
Those who have not seen
Each other's eyes at all
If at all they build a castle
Of love one day will down fall
If the words of the
Poets become true
Love is ever lasting
If honesty is its scrue
Loved many died many
There is no counting
Fake loves die very soon
True love is still dazzling
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