george mathew

Rookie (kerala)

Poet And Lover

As the trees lost in silent darkness in the night
As mountains gathering wisdom in their meditating stance
As flesh talk to the weapon that cuts it
As the arrow whispers to the bow while leaving from it
As the rivers converse with the banks while running away

I was trying to tell you how do I love you
But now let me forget it
For when it comes to love

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