Ramchandar Ravi Poems

She will be the brightest of them all, I'm sure-
My Lady love, my sweet white dove.
She is bound to exist, myself do I assure,
But does she? Does she?
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Pitter, patter, dribble-drop,
All the way from the top,
Where little white clouds gallop.
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Hurtling soundlessly thro' the air,
I began my horrendous descent;
High above from the devil's lair:
Thrust from the jaws of ensnarement.
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Love as such I've never felt,
Love that's fair and true;
Love that strikes below the belt,
Yet, love I shan't ever rue.
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