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LOVE FOR HER : SONNET 72

Ask me if my love will immortalize me,
I'll smile and quote a humor, "Human's mortal."
And ask me if timeless my love will be,
I'll mimic me, "My love ain't monumental."
Yet if you ask me if I'll die for love,
"My love ain't selfless.", I'll no check admit;
To next -- if God of my love does approve, 
"God and my love and soul always cohabit."
If you still can't make out my love for her,
Time will show you a legend or a myth;
But ask me not if she loves me as much, for
I'll die from laughing and before my death, 
You'll find tears in my eyes all visible 
And hear my gasping voice: "I'm not lovable."

-- N. P. SAMAL 

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  1. Unknown9 January 2021 at 20:54

    It's a fantastic poem,Sir.And definitely your love will immortalise you for the generations to come.

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  2. Surprising things in world9 January 2021 at 20:55

    Sir, you are our teacher, we cannot write anything on your writing, but according to a listener you have written very well,thank you sir .....

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  3. Unknown9 January 2021 at 21:41

    Very heart touching poem sir.

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  4. Unknown9 January 2021 at 23:18

    Love is immortal and Humans can mortalize Love into monument of immortality. The bottomline is " Love permeates feelings and things". Nice poem from a romantic soul.

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  5. Unknown12 February 2021 at 03:27

    This poem is outstanding 👍👌, when I read it gives me much more pleasure.Sir your poems are inspiring to me to become a good writer and it also gives skills to writing efftively.I am very much pleased, because I not only got a techer but also got a good poet . Thank you.

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