Sonnet Of Love Poem by Binod Bastola
Sonnet Of Love
Three lamps and the shadow of three;
Still as it is they are never moved from there.
Chatter of those chuckles who are those chuckers;
Story of this night sucker.
Minds of mental, state of telaty(lowest level):
How brilliantly are they below.
Closest encounter with the corridor of keeper;
Itself not kept in proper.
Foot of those two fingers;
Footing on floor
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