Premjit Philem


Rhythms Of Love

None knows qualities of others love
When they have as cove;
They realize days later.
In lonesome, when having no shelter
They, then, to that Cherub.
Love more than it had given
But with regret;
Feeling the rhythms of love
With sigh, their heart ser.
Lonely nights are restless;
But none to console.

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