Sunday Poetry By Shampa Saha

Triumph of love

Love is like a festival Sometimes as serene as cherry blossoms Sometimes as intense, as blazing as the beauty of Cleopatra Intense but enchanting It’s perplexity and emotion that cannot be bound by linguists Can't be tied in clasp Cannot be caught in the fist It is not limited to prohibiting horizons It is like a chimerical sky That encourages endless flapping of Two minds for reunion Ever love means burbling river That mesmerizes everything around Sporadically like the wavy ocean That wipes away every social burden

Love is such a sacred flame That burns all the defilements of The human mind And promotes it to the level of divinity

Let us sing the triumph of love.

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