True Love Triumphs Over Irony Of Fate. by Ray Subrata
Irony enchants on the apparent,
For love remains buried deep,
A feeling and a sacrifice it keep,
Between yesterday and future it reaps,
An oasis with a cover,
Love seems to hover,
If once, it is always,
In one’s loneliness it glazes,
In ego’s defeat it wins,
The lover restores the queen,
Of his heart and soul,
Blessed twice of earthly and heavenly goal.
poem by Ray Subrata Ray
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