Treasure Island

Suvro Bhattacharya

(23-12-1965 / KOLKATA)

LOVE AND SEX


'LOVE THY SEX!
SEX YOUR LOVE!

WHERE IS THE CHOICE!

NOWWHERE ELSE
BUT IN THE MIND! '

Every time the child borns
every time nature
praises!

Every time you make
love
every time the bed
raises!

With every kisses
love initiates life into sex?
Or sex inspires love to make sense in life?

Who bothers to probe!
who bothers to
find!

When the time cones
we become blind!

Sex or no sex!
Love or no love!

Child, the citizen of woumb will laugh in the first cry!

SEX OR LOVE?

Submitted: Sunday, October 30, 2011

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  • Allemagne Roßmann (9/9/2012 10:07:00 AM)

    Well established associative logic here-relationship is sometimes paradox as sweet simultaneously in any form (Report) Reply

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