Peculiars of Love

Peculiars of Love There are innumerable lovers Standing on the grass top Expecting their lover in the sky He will come. They will die. It will recur in the next morning. She is black and dark but He is white and handsome He loves her as a mad He comes and loves every night but with failure he returns He hides and plays in her black and dark hair I n his game of love Once in a fifteen nights He dies for her love She is on the water Standing as a queen of rose He is yellow and hot but Pays his love as a slave He makes her to smile and Makes her to weep in evenings It is going on for a long Though they can’t marry Their love will go forever