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Another Love

Nov 4, 20241 min read

By Sukhendu Parui

Those eyes are usually fickle,

You only wink,

Easy calls are lips itself

Given the color impatient convex,

The sound of a foaming wave is symbolic surge

Just rhythmical walk plays the drum

Rests only some words

Love – is naturally voluble.

Don't you act?

Or your form beauty dress up,

Those eyes, lips, body, the body royal

That makes waves in manly desire,

What I have seen - I have forgotten.

Still, I like -I love,

Not this you, to-you in the play,

It would be better if only at least-

Love could be made in acting.

By Sukhendu Parui

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