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An evocative love poem, full of longing, by Rajashree, exclusively for Different Truths.
Indeed, I am a lamp misread in a waxed night As the tenebrosity deliquesces I turn to be Infructuous and useless. Yet, I feel Your chilled and impregnable perceptions Look for my benign presence ever In each of its disclaimer And abnegations. But why? Why? and What for? When you take me to be impalpable and insubstantial insignificant, yet trivial and meager? Wish you realise That Godhead experienced through extoling hymns Is not the same as that in a total abdication and ductile submission. So also, that a lover’s portrait in a framed art in frigidity Is never as like a live-in lover as in reality. Oh, my dear! I am often confused If you know the gentle law of living That the world is a spheroid And every end meets here a new beginning. In as much as Every fire tends to turn to smudges for a next regeneration And deep dark night fades away leaving pace to a new dawn. May whatsoever be in mind May whatsoever be the confusion Wish I go with a deep sleep In your extended arms Where in lieu of love, I would opt to forget my depression Oh, my love! May the world sleep with me in consolation.
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