They Make Fun
You do not know love,
is a fountain, a stream,
or drops of rain.
Force can not win it,
Rather giving pain....
They know it, even you.....
But they jeer at as,
Booby trap, the words,
To make you shout, scold,
Other silently laughs.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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