Love - A Foolish Feeling - Poem by Ipsita Mohapatra
Love I must say is funny.
The man is flourished,
The man is doomed.
It gives pain without touching,
It stops the heart without corporeally damaging.
It twists you,
It shatters you,
Sometimes in a good way,
Sometimes the worst way possible.
The love we give,
The love we get,
All turns to sorrow.
Grief consumes like a thunder cloud in a storm.
Love is rose,
hold it carefully,
else you are pricked.
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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