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Thursday, 27 August 2026

3577 The language of love(English poetry)

Rajendra Rajan Proninent writer from Hamirpur

Hindi version 2565

Punjabi version 3578

He gave me pain, yet called me heartless too,

He called my love a debt, though it was not true.

He knows not how to give or take a heart,

He called my love a loss, a mistake.

I gave my heart; love made me bend,

He took my love as a duty to attend.

I sent him a letter, a message of love,

He took it as a property deed, not love.

He knows not love’s rules or ways,

Love happened; he called it a case.

3.54pm 27 Aug 2026

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Very crisply put expression of sarcasm