No doubt the love that roars rebounds as hate
And plummets fast downward till it does smash;
The hell-bent maniacs spiral passionate
And roar in the air ere tragically crash.
The more the trekking goes up, more the love
Engenders hate, as summit of extremes
Being uneven and steep does disapprove
The lasting of the belligerent dreams.
Extremes of love fatal no fail do kill
The self and fix the soul to an utter pain;
The table-top passion being blindly mobile,
Its over-shooting meets the fated bane...
Love lasts not long where vulgar show abides,
'So each in the other's fate lethally resides.
-- N P SAMAL
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