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Category : Poems

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The two lovers in a field,
Together celebrate walked and talked,
In a manner so profound.

Yes, lips remain sealed,
Tongues, remain locked,
Ofcourse no words sound.

People often mistake
That there is no conversation.

Let me disclose the mystery real,
The two lovers she and myself,
On account of eachother's help,
Have practiced unique talents ideal.

She is apt in listening silence,
Myself in reading eye- sense.
She listens what my silence speaks,
I may read the script of her eyes.
One supplies whatever the other seeks,
Though lips lock or tongue ties.

The cutest acts of romance partake,
With perfection without information.
And people do often mistake
That there is no conversation.



  • silent talk

    Mar 15, 2020

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