Our love hasn't yet pleaded poverty, but there are days, my dear - it goes hungry. Do you think our love has a life, condemn? That withers away like our last encounter.
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Great poem. Love needs to be nurtured. With out enough care it sure withers like a flower deprived of water and sun light. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks, Savita much obliged.