NO MORE LOVE- WHINES
Love shines
Like a gold mine
Within my heart shrine
From nine to nine
I pour it like wine
I sip it like wine
I with it, entwine
I cannot define
I cannot opine
It keeps me fine
Its sheen now shines
In cells of mine.
Eased my birth trines
No more flows brine
It is God divine.
©sunita grover raina2022
India
01/02/22
