Love
You wouldn’t get to know,
When it raises it’s head.
But, it’s soon a mountain.
Caught up in a strange world
Of pleasure and pain,
When you cannot look beyond,
It’s love.
Let the love rain.
The heart is held in it’s palm.
Beneath it’s feet, when the mind remains,
You are in love.
Let the love rain.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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