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FROSTY LOVE
Love is based on mutual trust, Tender feelings, faith and hope. With behaviour promiscuous, True love cannot ever cope. When love turns aberrant and Seeks a new partner each night, To disown him next morning, Love is a pitiable plight. But why lament when the mores Are every day getting weak? In the name of gender lib Love itself is turning freak. What is left in love if its Pristine purity is lost? I dare say the warmth of love Is then turned into but frost. M C Gupta ‘Khalish’ 30 July, 2004 www.writing.com/authors/mcgupta44
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