To Love Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA
To Love
Past was mournful,
Out of delight,
Lack of jollity,
My mind was feeling an absence
And was almost blank.
Now, a new moment,
Fresh sense,
Exciting experiences
Are fulfilling the want;
And my heart is waiting
for the second love.
All will be lost,
Your dearest one may
Refuse the promises,
But love remains the same.
It doesn't have any past
Love just knows much to love.
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