A Wound Of Love

                A wound of love

Oh!God make my heart pure
And her to realize the truth
Love is but a game of life
But not for my part
Neither I praise the flowers for her
Nor gaze the moon at night 
But believed her as on nature
And adorned her like a Goddess
Of peace for peace .
Having no desire but exchange
A love for love 

Oh! God of love Cupid
Let her free for tempt
Of beauty' of pleasure and peace
Let her measure my volition
On the balance of heart .
I'll bear unease for her trust
Sitting before the evening horizon
Near the dried pound
On the faded grass till life
To fulfill her depletion .
A wound of love .

                                Ram kesh mishra

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