Love lost is still love,
He is still in mind;
Never mind how,
Thou endured pain;
Hate or no hate,
Yet odour of him,
Thou feel;
Howsoever peaceful,
Patient thou are,
A glimpse of him,
Disturbs thine mind;
Thou hate or not,
Love lost is still love;
© Sadashivan Nair
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