Love is injurious to heart.
They said.

More you love, the heart beats
Faster and bleeds more!
They wondered.

Man loves,
Man hates,
Man dies,
Man lives
Even he is a living dead..

Love is a kind of freedom
She said.

A legacy of love
Flows through my blood…
I whispered.

Braja K Sarkar

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