Love is injurious to heart.
They said.
More you love, the heart beats
Faster and bleeds more!
They wondered.
Man loves,
Man hates,
Man dies,
Man lives
Even he is a living dead..
Love is a kind of freedom
She said.
A legacy of love
Flows through my blood…
I whispered.
Masterly ‘…A legacy of love /Flows through my blood…/I whispered. ‘ Also transpires expires [spreads] sure a ‘Freedom’ in unison of two hearts Excellent Voted 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is truly a freedom...free to express in a most humane acceptable way, free to keep 'till the end of one's breathe...wonderful poem shared in vividness! ! !