Poetry · Reading time: 1 minute


Tears would be pearls
If your eyes weep
I’ll become a rosary
As love you so deep

You become my slumber
I lost in your dream
In your moon light
I am night queen

You sound like flute
I lose my senses
Holding your hand
I fly without wings

I laugh with defeat
You weep in victory
Love, love, love
Is the only word
In my dictioanary

(Dr Archana Gupta)

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