Our love is
the morning star
that glows bright
and thrives eternally
in the sky of our hearts
will flow
like the Ganga
upon the grave of
our mortal frame
being eternally enlivened
it's the Phoenix
that will rise
from our ashes
to thrive
like our
divinely consummate souls
to speak volumes
about you and me
even when
none of us thrives
like the sun or the moon
it will spread its beams
when none thrivesneither you nor I.
©Prafulla Kr. Panda, India.
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