Death In Love

Poem By Pijush Biswas

Death in love, a luck supreme
Death in love, a rare dream
Our love, our standard
It may be better or pity
Our love, our prime duty
We shall never discard
Our love.
We know
Even a dove
Takes love as his vow
Until death knocks his door.
Yes, every rich and every poor
Can be rich and richer
If they worship love forever.

Death in love, a luck supreme
Death in love, a rare dream
So we must make it higher
Forever, to live or die
In this mundane life, even by
Our heartfelt love and prayer
To the God.

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