Ah! the Spring is more amorous, <br />As autumn passes into winter, <br />The pond forgets the drought, <br />When flood touches her bosom. <br />So in wild love there is no norm, <br />Age bars little and same the custom. <br />The mind is formed of wild wine, <br />The joy for the remote prevails, <br />The bees, if were not polygamous, <br />The flowers, had no romantic excess. <br /> <br />The outlawed lover holds strange beauty, <br />As in him the burden of monotony is no more, <br />The locked up prisoner, hanker after, <br />The opening of the custody's door. <br /> <br />Liberation with no condition, <br />Is the demand of the eternal soul, <br />Love a fall, within all, responds echoing call, <br />And wings its wing, knowing no impeding ruins!<br /><br />Bazi alis Subrata Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-liberation/
