Peculiars of Love

 Peculiars of Love

There are innumerable lovers

Standing on the grass top

Expecting their lover in the sky

He will come.

They will die.

It will recur in the next morning.

She is black and dark but

He is white and handsome

He loves her as a mad

He comes and loves every night but

with failure he returns

He hides and plays in her black and dark hair

I n his game of love

Once in a fifteen nights

He dies for her love

She is on the water

Standing as a queen of rose

He is yellow and hot  but

Pays his love as a slave

He makes her to smile and

Makes her to weep  in evenings

It is going on for a long

Though they can't marry

Their love will go  forever