A Fool Lover Poem by Pradip Dasgupta

I thought i love her.
I thought there is no
lover like me.
But when i saw the
intensity of her love.
When i feel her love,
my love felt short in
front of her.
I thought myself as fool.
My love became a water
drop of rain in front of
her endless ocean of her
love but she accept this
love too.
My love became a lamp
in the love that is much
brighter than sun having
no importance