Love is a pen without inks
It keeps writing at all
Paper, wood, rock or stones
It reaches utmost soul

A bliss that erased everyone
Misspell is a new pain
Juggling words of memories
Pages of broken chain

I’ve read this so many times
Memorized each stroke
New pages, new chapters, new start
Start from, unspoken word.

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