The Tinge Of Love - Poem by santhosh kana
I never knew how to paint my Heart,
so insipid, pallid, bland and naive,
thicker or lighter
darker or brighter?
Then I found You
the VIBGYOR days of love
the pangs of possession
the wounds of whining
ploughed me inside out
Every drop of blood it shed
left me the human tinge.
Only the wounds of love
can paint the heart in true colour
My heart came alive, awake,
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