Love
Call it by its true name
It is an ache
Of the limbs and restless hands seeking
It is impatience
That begins as soon as we say goodbye
It is a longing
That increases with every single touch
It is madness
Turning my rational mind insane
It is loneliness
That closes me off from the world
Love
Give it a new name
It is,
Subhroja...
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