Love follows her,
when engulfs her
the pondered hatred,
he gives out
from her sowed poison.
Green Earth's greenness,
can't give rest to
the green eyes' wrath.
She takes the axe,
but before cutting its
branches she dies
thousand deaths.
Axe lies on jobless ground.
Drops of water,
rains from her
spellbound pairs
of crystal ponds.
For the second time,
she starts loving him.
Love is great. No matter the circumstance we need to love again and again. Great write
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A refined poetic imagination, Debdarshana. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.