Poetry by Surapriya Dey

More you love me

More you love me, More I drown myself in the ocean of sorrow! You sit far away and write epistles, Those epistles of our intimacy and flow! More you try to come close to me, More I grow a fencing around me! You knock the gate now and then, the gate that bears our pang of separation! More you love me, More I wear the cloak of black and mourns!

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