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Jiten Biswal

Drama Romance Tragedy


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Jiten Biswal

Drama Romance Tragedy


Nira’s Tale Of Love: VII

Nira’s Tale Of Love: VII

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In a drunken state, she was passing the time;

She was confident of committing a crime.


Slowly, slowly her lioness body melted thin;

Became a loner nocturnal like a rusted machine.


People meet, make love and they separate;

She feared the love for love could be desperate.


Is love thy name of worldly religion?

Always she wanted to be its disciple un-condition.


What is then redemption in this religion?

Indeed, bearing a child, satisfying all define thy liaison.


A man born with emotions needs such liaison;

But few ill feted have fate disproportion.


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