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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