LOVE

By: M. Tasar Karimuddin


Morning come with flowers smile
No body knows what’s meant?
The sky angry without reason
The ends of the day give birth to the apprehension

Take your day with nature face
Look at those and shake hands
Don’t keep away from beautiful day
Be faithful wherever you are

Shakeaspear’s true love is unchanged,
Unconditional, no caste and colours
Currently love ignored above
Finally ends with condemn all days

Sanjay place, Agra- India
Saturday, October 06, 2007
6:00 AM