Not just crashing waves
But under current
Hot and cold streams
Salt and sweet mixed
Learn where to touch
How to study
How to feel, play,
How to predict the weather
Where to go and where not
It's not a rainbow
A colorful show off
Not a bed of flowers
Or a fragrant breeze
Nor is it morning in a cup
It's the howl of a wolf
Rain with hailstorm
Raging fire in a forest
Floods in the bramhaputra
It's the end of ends
Hidden love
Love buried deep inside
Explodes in anger
Bites with fury
Slaps as hate
Ignores as indifference
Cries like a river
Pushes to the edge
A tear drop
Unable to say
Impossible to be
Contain the love!
BhaShe
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