Motley of love
Love has many eyes
How one behold, relies
Basically on him,
A cradle like a lap,
A hug like a dream,
Whisper like supplication,
A tender touch like an angel,
Dew like tears,
The desire that smears,
O! Love! Colours of multitude,
Unknowingly, we are playing with
poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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