Cracks Of Love - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
The darkest wind of winter
Combs the leafy bodies of pine trees.
Their green edges of sharpness,
Shiver like the tattered page
Of a lost love poem,
That once slipped from a lover’s rusty lips.
Chill is blooming silently like a thief,
While the temple of heart
Is burning with an unceasing fire
For worshiping a Demigod named love,
Who was defeated miserably
In an egoistic battle between two minds.
Now living the powerless life
Of a flawed human being.
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