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What else do you feel about love?
-A marauding sin, a palpable lie..
It think it is a cocoon filled with life,
-A marauding sin, a palpable lie..
It think it is a cocoon filled with life,
and not a single should die.
Ebbing waves, wash away the names
we strongly etch in line
Dark clouds, guard the twinkling beads
but they--don't lose their shine.
It might be just a pencil sketch,
or an epitome in the whitest lime.
but, love is not all that's written and read
but something that needs no sign.
Some say it is an idyllic dream,
some call it a horrendous crime
coz, cupid's arrow gives the only wound:
that seldom heals in a lifetime. !!