Peculiars of Love
Peculiars of Love
There are innumerable lovers
Standing on the grass top
Expecting their lover in the sky
He will come.
They will die.
It will recur in the next morning.
She is black and dark but
He is white and handsome
He loves her as a mad
He comes and loves every night but
with failure he returns
He hides and plays in her black and dark hair
I n his game of love
Once in a fifteen nights
He dies for her love
She is on the water
Standing as a queen of rose
He is yellow and hot but
Pays his love as a slave
He makes her to smile and
Makes her to weep in evenings
It is going on for a long
Though they can’t marry
Their love will go forever
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