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Love: A Poem by Fijina Yousaf

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Love was blazing in the eye.

Love is a glance.

the moment life story shared between the eyes.

Eyes covered with love.

Eyes love essay changed hands.

Eye wandered in search of those eyes.

Both eyes built a ship with articles of love.

To unite in the ship of love.

To row deep in to the world of love.

They turned both eyes in to river.

The river overflowed because of the absence of those eye.

by Fijina Yousaf


I am fijina yousaf... I am a married women and mother of two.. I love writing. Writing is a passion for me.. I am from kerala, kannur...

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