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Every love asks first, when it knocks on your door - can you jump from the window for me? Can you cut open your chest? Every love asks, can you fly with your arms amputated, together with me?

When love knocks on your door, it is not to leave soon. It has to go to some mountain or valley. To an ocean or a river. It comes to your house without any plan, and it wants to know if you are going to drown with it or not.

Love allows you ample time for a thorough death.

 

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Zoya Khan

So true, Great meaningful poem and is heart touching

HET

WOW! WHAT A POEM

shailaja.r

it’s wonderfull

Aman

nice poem bhut aacha hai

Mary

Nice poem. It would be better if the original one is also displayed along with the translated poem. -Mary
The original poem is displayed on our website. Why not try clicking on ‘original poem’?

job

a really amazing poem. very good
 

Pradeep tiu

Mam your poem is very-very sweets

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