quite ofteni receive your love
at my heart
it hopes with no bounds
and cites
the age old science
to proove its point
my brain
wonders at its naive nerves
my soul
its too optimistic
keeps a safe distance
from the dihards
but it hardly quenches
my desire
to realise you
in my live environs
i ask my inflourescence
too often
you a special creation of the lord
tell a bit more
of my love
it says
but my know-how
fall short of
to perceive
i wonder
is love that exotic
source inspire: neha, mallika, astha.b,shipra.v, pu chd india
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