I hate love
But love you every time
I seek you
In myself
I feel you
In cry
My solely soul
Is hanging with
Your remembrances.
I crave
For your presence.
My naked thought
Long for your hug
Come few miles
Towards me
To meet on equator.
The blood is pouring innocently
And
The lava of blood
Streams down.
Dr. Ashutosh
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