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"Snehatthinu Niramundo?" Is There a Color For Love?
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What is the color of Love?
It is white like the mother's milk
That drips on the hungry lips of the newborn.
It is the red of the blooming jampaneer flower
That appears in front of the myriad thirsty dreams of youth.
It glows powerful like the noonday sun
In spite of the heat and smoke
On the sweaty foreheads of the middle aged.
When the end draws near
Is fatigued and ready to drop
While desperately muttering the final words
It certainly is cool like the drops of holy water
Warm like the streams of tears
Pouring and filling the last thirst of those dry lips
Having filled, there it is.
Color? None whatsover !
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