The Color Of Love Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

The Color Of Love



Love is the eggs of red ant in the nest of leaves
Sometimes it's cold dark in the cave of mountain.
Love is the shadow of far
Sometimes it's stupid illusion in the balcony of heart.
Love is the flower of moon
Love is the misunderstanding of both sides.
Love is the hanging gardens of Babylon
Sometimes it's the song of strayed bird.
Love is the morning dew on the top of grass
Sometimes it's artistic nest like Tailor-bird.
Love is simper of teen-aged boys and girls in their puberty
Sometimes it's disaster as desert-storm to Bedouin.
Love is the baby's sleep in the mother's lap
Sometimes it's yolk to the ill-nourished body.

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