BIBHAKAR DUTTA (02-04-1987 / Malda, West Bengal, India)
Past was mournful,
out of delight,
lack of jollity,
my mind was feeling an absence
and was almost blank.
Now, a new moment,
are fulfilling the want;
and my heart is waiting for second love.
All will be lost,
your dearest one may refuse the promises,
but love remains the same.
It doesn't have any past
as love only knows much to love.
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