Love
My pain of love
Flies like a lonely dove,
For the days to soon pass
And the absence of her, cross
Let the time be to meet her again
My life flourish with gain,
The days have made us long
As if pierced with a thorn,
I hope I will meet her
So that my life light up like a cracker.
© RV Vijayalayan
Flies like a lonely dove,
For the days to soon pass
And the absence of her, cross
Let the time be to meet her again
My life flourish with gain,
The days have made us long
As if pierced with a thorn,
I hope I will meet her
So that my life light up like a cracker.
© RV Vijayalayan