Love is like an art

by Riya Yadav

Love is a tide

For it rise and falls

In broad daylight

It crosses my thought

Love is like an art

Art, if not by the creator

Seems meaningless to the world 

Art, if not produced to the inspiration

Is incomplete and torn 

Anguished love is an idea

To hurt your timid soul 

Art is not seasonal but perpetual 

A forever season of fall

Art passes on like love

In and out taking strolls 

I’m here tonight alone

Waiting for you to call.

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