Real Love Poem by Sasanka Sekhar Panda
Real Love
Real is no joke
and the only entanglement
of the seven rainbow colors
it is a slow march.
Real love no fairy tale
of the stupids
where dreamy words can befool.
it is no sudden decision.
it is where trembling lips suffer
and palms wait for days together
to meet, remain clasped for ever.
Real love is to wait
to realise
to understand
to suffer
and finally to be lost.
it is where trembling lips suffer and palms wait for days together to meet, remain clasped for ever.... this is a beautiful expression of real love. these lines very much poetic...... it shows that you are a real poetess........ thank you dear poetess. tony
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5/4/2024 4:20:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
real love no fairy tale, truth is here.