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the season, the life
now so elegiac...
carved on for you

strung myself into
a poem
a melody
composed for you

go on,
hum me...

my heart's rhythm
unnamed melonchly
an inspiration for you
go on
pen another poetry

those words
in your hand
seeped in your love

those which i had by heart

longer than the ages, days
longer than the times, nights
the lonely evenings wake up,
deserted lanes
stand at the door
with a forsaken look

the crow flies over
does not alight at my yard

dampness refuses to ignite
tired of breathing life
trying to incinerate
the darkness

tired of...

waiting for a word from you



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