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"Snehatthinu Niramundo?" Is There a Color For Love?

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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