Though some loves 're not realized
still I carry my love towards an unseen future
and I praise your beauty, also get your soul prized
though some loves are not realized
as your inconsistency makes me surprised
now I live only with my love's messy texture
though some loves are not realized
still I carry my love towards an unseen future.
(A Triolet= ABaAabAB)
©Prafulla Panda, India.
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