Fountain Of Love Poem by Prativa Dey

A fountain of love
Ever comes in motion
Ever come in poor.
Ever on the lookout,
When the heat is cool and soaked in warmth,
Think calm when it seems
Butter the butter,
When dimmed, it blinks
Then
In a wave full of high waves
On the part,
Immediately the mind is loving
Cheating cheating while on the robe
Azla's forehead
By touching
Goes with love
Gloriously,
Suddenly, the waves
Everything is gone
Woe is the heart to the heart
His
Assemblies from Milan Basar.