Red Love


Loved you once and held you close,

Like a child enamoured by a fragrant rose !

As I bled from your thorns,

I vainly believed -

You are reflected in my soul !

Your cursed arrows no longer bruise -

They are droplets off my oiled fins;

As I dive off to the nadir of sorrow ,

From where the zenith of joy begins…

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