OH ITS LOVE AGAIN

OH ITS LOVE AGAIN!

Love is a subject much beaten around the bush
ambiguous and complexed with many a thought
flavoured with cliches punches in line
connived and consumed with crafty design
Love is as fragrant as fresh flowers
and succulent as the fresh peaches pulp
tingling with freshness tangy and minty
yet prickly pears are also part of the booty
Love is a subject as closed as a book,
That sits on my shelf alone and unread,
Silent and bound by refusing to look,
A sharp silver needle without a thread.
Love is a subject that never runs dry,
Fed by the river of wondering why!

SHOBHNA RAVI

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