The Tinge Of Love Poem by santhosh kana
The Tinge Of Love
I never knew how to paint my Heart,
so insipid, pallid, bland and naive,
which colour
thicker or lighter
darker or brighter?
Then I found You
the VIBGYOR days of love
the pangs of possession
the wounds of whining
ploughed me inside out
Every drop of blood it shed
and stained
left me the human tinge.
Only the wounds of love
can paint the heart in true colour
My heart came alive, awake,
and agile.
Only the wounds of love Can paint the heart in true color. Mind blowing expression. Thanks for sharing.
Heart comes alive with color of love. So amazing sharing...10
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I would like to translate this poem
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thanks a lot for the comments