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It is no doubt no matter for love,
To be bold and face, though frail, fray.
Of adversity, asperity, power and proud,
Love though lone, can never be a prey.

Chains and bounds of so-called norms,
Can easily be broken by love profound.
When love wants, dreams come true,
It has remained always unbound.

No tactics of tyrants, no plights of power,
Has ever subdued love unfettered.
Whoever wrangled to sully it or slay,
Love never is defeated, remained bettered.

No monarchy can mold love, neither tyranny,
Towards their side and find any favour.
Yes, but if one wants to win love with love,
Can subdue and surmount with no endivour.
Jayantee Khare Sep 2019
an eternal search
a perpetual urge
a deep inner sigh
subsequent to a "high".

a low-key loner
once flew higher
the flaring fire
of an unfeterred desire.

here i roam
to find my home
a key to sire
peace before the pyre.

an unknown quest 
the soul, yearning to rest
searching for the path best,
life's an endless test!!
मेरी रूह का परिंदा फड़फड़ाये.......

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