Secret Love
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Eyes talk; passions touch senses;
Silences speak; the sighs whisper.
No verbal; no tryst, no touches.
Conversation of eyes
And conveyance of minds
Only sate the hunger of love
Between forbidden lovers
In a conservative society.
Adultery can not be uprooted.
12.03.2009
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