Love? Poem by Yateen Kumar

Fingers play and hand move
Warm breath nothing to prove
That these love days, like a dice
Every throw, new day, no price

New feeling, new place
Running from world, like they trace
Hiding, controlling and falling
Making every action so loving

Like, bird need to fly
And sky made it shy
Prevent going above
May fall over love

Still I'll praise
My faith, love will raise.



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