Love;
We kindle it
In many years,
We make it fire
In a few months,
We get burnt
In a couple of minutes,
We extinguish it
In few seconds.
Now
We will suffer for centuries.
Why?
For doing love
Or
Not doing love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A well composed poem about the reality and mystery of love. Simply excellent....10+++