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UNISON OF ANTITHETICAL

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By Simran Kaisher On

Antithetical: directly opposed or contrasted; mutually incompatible.

I'm cold as ice, you are hot as fire,

My body was cold as snowflakes

That you melted with your glare.

My veins burnt with your touch,

My heart boiled with the potions of your love.

That glint in your eyes shivered my spine,

My legs started trembling to see that mischievous smile of thine.

Ice couldn't quench my thirst,

Nor cud the fire did yours.

But the day we met,

Your hotness thawed my ice,

My chill cooled your fire.

We filled each other with

The Elixir of Love.

The mountains bowed,

The wind trumpeted,

The Universe stood in awe,

At the sight of our unison.




This beautiful poem is written by Miss Tanvi Patnaik aka Divine Fairy.
She is a third-year student of Integrated MSc Biotechnology. 
Praise the poet in the comment box and motivate her to keep on writing. 
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