To Whom It May Concern Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

To Whom It May Concern

Love is my entity
I can't love anything or anybody
With special interest
But when any one
Cries falsly for love making
I know their lies the passion
When you ask me
What's the difference between love and passion
I told repeatedly yet tell again
Passion always limited with sensation
Which five organs of sense
Want to be fulfilled
But love lies without any condition
Surrender to a certain belief or ideology
Love can't be finite
Infinite its origin
But passion strictly finite with feeling of satiation
Better you think me a stone of unknown time
Forming with so many waves and wordlessness
Makes me a spasm of human heart
To utter once and again I Love You My Dear
But can't stand before you as night not long
As Days are numbered
As nothing nothing but love love love
The ultimate word I want to rain you with warm and pleasure

Pranab k c
25/11/2024

Monday, November 25, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: passion
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