Ravindra Kumar (02 July 1951 / India)
Bond of Passion
Since I dissolve in thy dreams -
Fairly dressed not lost identity own;
Glory of cover melting down:
Life looks passive, lacking acclaim.
Neither set the soul at peace
Nor faculty pays remunerate;
Little tinge of her coach,
Blaze bright repose this frame.
Thought to over-leap worth decease,
Pampering too seems fast tease.
O! Lord, let me know?
Cost of game run sharp blow.
Choking hue hug despair blue.
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