Smoke of Love

Smoke of love Holding the shine of star at Day the memories of fight burn Like silk measure of your figure Is kind of trouble to the people Who dance on your words Holding the cream of cake fight of unknown reason kill my dignity you complaint many times I felt anger to know why had you took a step when I was not in thought of you Holding the pictures of our love which is awful to show in life of earth Smoke of love is a kind of pain that you give me when you wish to leave me With love all Jagdish bajantri