Sometimes he is gold
and sometimes he is cold
What to say?
Sometimes he trusts
And sometimes he bursts
What to say?
Sometimes he cares
And sometimes he tares
What to say?
Sometimes he treasures
And sometimes he pressures
What to say?
Sometimes he pleases
And sometimes he teases
What to say?
Sometimes he winks
And sometimes he stinks
What to say?
Sometimes he mesmerizes
And sometimes he vaporises
What to say?
Sometimes he pleasures
And sometimes he measures
What to say?
Sometimes he holds
And sometimes he scolds
What to say?
Sometimes he flirts
And sometimes he hurts
What to say?
Sometimes he assists
And sometimes he resists
What to say?
Though n things can be said
And technically all are correct
Practically, only love remains..
--Manjari
The above is my poem. You may sense Vijaya. TR 's smell.
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