Tuna Biswal

Rookie (14/07/1979 / Rourkela, Bargarh, Odisha, India)

Nira’s Tale Of Love Vii - Poem by Tuna Biswal

Nira’s Tale of Love VII

In a drunken state, She was passing the time,
Was confident of committing a crime.

Slowly, slowly Her lioness body melted thin,
Became a loner nocturnal like a rust machine.

People meet, make love and separate,
She feared the love of love could be desperate.

Love is it thy name of worldly religion?
Always she wanted to be a disciple un-condition.

What is then redemption in this religion?
Indeed, boring child, satisfying all defines thy liaison.

Man born with emotion needs such liaison,
But few ill feted have fate disproportion.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2008

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