Dead Love Poem by Pulakesh Upadhyaya
Dead Love
When love drips out drop by drop
From the mouth of the dead lover
It becomes difficult to find out
The poison from the blood.
The blood that flows through the heart
Turns blue and red in turns.
The heart skips a beat every minute
And then consoles itself that it is not dead yet.
Every wing seems clipped for a second, and then
The flight of imagination suddenly stops.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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