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Lips' language to lips' ears.
Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.
Two roving loves who have left home,pilgrims to the confluence of lips.
Two waves rise by the law of loveto break and die on two sets of lips.
Two wild desires craving each othermeet at last at the body's limits.
Love's writing a song in dainty letters,layers of kiss-calligraphy on lips.
Plucking flowers from two sets of lipsperhaps to thread them into a chain later.
This sweet union of lipsis the red marriage-bed of a pair of smiles.
Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore (born Robindronath Thakur, 7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941), sobriquets Gurudev, was a Bengali polymath- poet, writer, composer,
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