A Love Poem by Shiv Raj Pradhan

It was a bit fussy surge
There nobody came to note it
Then it developed to a big noise
Yea a big explosion!
A love.

It was within a ring
And none pinned any quote of talk
Gradually it overcrossad the ring
Yea overskipped, to beyond
A love.

It was only one word
None came to contemplate to course
Gradually word multiplied into words
Yea, in one quote –the multi words
A love.

It was just a number
None made a course on it
But soaring to number chart
It seized multi divisions of roll
Yea, innumberable numbers !
A love.