A Perfect Mate
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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From the first floor window
Sadly noticed her age showing
The moon striations martian canals
Cutting her face
Scarring her youth
That day and night
Being around her like a satellite
I missed.
I was too close
As rose the marks
Expanding imprinting devouring
Shaping her
In time
To be the perfectly aged woman!
Perfectly aged
I saw myself in the mirror
And knew
I too now could lay my claim
To be her perfect mate!
Bu şiiri puanla
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