Who Knows Its Pain? Poem by SALINI NAIR

Love threads love to its side
Hearts that pinch thee
Brain that shrink to a ray
Droplets are not alone on its side
But it's the frostiness that speak its fervor
Departed love always fall on ground
To its pasting its love that speaks
Who pass throw it to some side
But a lonelier knows the worth of its loss
Loss is not merely profound on its way
Thirst that humble to all its side
To be loved is a paradigm of all time
But it's the sanctum that never worship this idol
When its loss fumigate, it mourn
Self alarm, but the next scream
When it's the loss of the self
Or it's the pity that speak
Without sense
But to be a part……………….

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