A Life Without Love
Tell me, how will they love me?
Really it is very difficult, how?
In the heart that contains
The emptiness of the sky,
Can love ever go away there?
"He picked up
A leaky and cracked-bon boy,
When I wanted to paint a mark
On his cheek as a memento of love.
I stepped back, fled.
He kept laughing,
Continued to lough!”
Seeing her go away in such a fear,
My laughter never stopped.
My laughter doesn't really stop,
By no means. How?
Copyright © Dibbendu Dwip | Year Posted 2021
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