Nira’s Tale Of Love X - Poem by Tuna Biswal
Nira’s Tale of Love X
Tears of love rolled on Her cheek,
A man of literature became so meek.
Violent hugging showered in the room,
Sparking the senses luring him soon.
He rested in peace on Her breasts;
She tasted His seize of heart.
Aroma of love maddened them,
Every pinnacle was explored then.
Ecstasy of senses, joy of elegance,
Oneness of desire and vengeance.
Over; an episode of pleasure,
Again added glamour to the miser.
Left him unspoken, unheard and unseen,
To redeem in dark and despair to shine.
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