Poem No 500
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Time is bound to
make me remember,
the moments I spent
with you!
Plato even couldn't
have thought of
such love,
amoral, but beyond
physique!
Past still in present,
without any future!
You are my soul's
velvet-attire,
never to be detached,
inseparable
yet compelled
to get segregated.
When I put my first
emotion on the screen,
I didn't know anything
of that grotesque love-form.
So queer it is
that on reaching
my poem no 500,
I'm still in dilemma,
between my reality
and my fantasy.
I'm floating in
a vessel of dream
to reach you.
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