Rhyme-8 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Rhyme-8



Asking eyes smother heart,
Gaming senses, quite bewilder,
And late realisation of his blundering part,
All dreams sqandered.

Time comes looking wiser,
Pleasant feelings like prides gaping wonder,
Nicely concealed and passion miser,
Embraces another, love insincere.

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