No matters if love deceives,just thourole
Happier but to be sad in love rues,
But better worth it in thy cognate dole
Than thy soul no better seems,if thou God
Love in secrecy yet, but more refuse,
As an eye denies to be any's abode,
Likely which's mean of deterioration;
It glints seeds to make more to be, I say,
Overall love falls downupon v'ry tone
Such as thou fleet to fleet from, and until
Fear weather disperse faithfully the spray;
Thy undying promises must thee fill
'Twere happy sorrows still due to change
Apparelleth thy failure to arrange.
Place: Srirampur, Nadia
02/09/2017
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