Love In Lovers' Poetry.
Lovers are fickle,
Till they consume love,
And rainbowed romance,
Stir their psychic harps.
Where to be serious,
They hardly know,
Like a pair of pigeons,
The broil, loiter and go.
'Made for each other',
Their oily tongues speak ,
Though body may agree,
The inconsistent mind bibs.
The lovers' love is itself poetry,
And seriousness brings pathos and pangs,
As Romeo and Juliet in history!
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.