Four Letters
A Anjandev Roy
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Just four letters
Constitute the great word LOVE,
It is the finest word of the earth,
The world lives for this
And it also dies for this,
Without this the world is surely meaningless and insignificant.
But when I try to write a pleasant and refined poem about LOVE,
I stumble again and again
And eventually I fail to depict it,
As I scrutinize minutely to find out the reason of it,
I discover an obnoxious wound in the deepest cell in my mind,
For which I can not delineate it,
I know the filthy wound is incurable.
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