Colours Of Love - Vi Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Colours Of Love - Vi



A middling kind of love,
That which meanders, nor rove,
Love of the mundane most world
Lofty that can't be unfurled,
No less than you give, you take,
Akin to baking bread, no cake,
And Pragma, how we call it,
‘O Fraudulent, I too can cheat'!
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Musings | 30.02.2019 |

Friday, September 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is mundane kind of love, practical
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 13 September 2019

No less than you give, you take, Akin to baking bread, no cake, And Pragma, how we call it, ‘O Fraudulent, I too can cheat'! .....loved these lines. Beautifully penned poem is amazingly shared. Thanks for sharing.

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Aniruddha Pathak 13 September 2019

Thanks once again, dear KM.

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Godhra - Gujarat
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