oh dear!
stop by my door too...
its an unswerving path,
your name engraved on my heart...
in your lap I want to sleep,
I, the recluse, want your love to reap...
every eve my heart beat fastens,
breeze bring unknown omens...
but,
what doesn't change
is my yearning...
Oh Apurva 'n' Ayush,
stop by my door too...
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Written July 17th, 2006
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fine
What can I say now.Pretty much confused and pained.Can this much be the memory of sweeter times hurt?I wonder.If that pains so much then I would request God not to give me friends at all.The poem is good in style and rhythem.But I could not get the meaning of
its an unswerving path
which kind of path are you talking about.Keep the poetic work going and stop missing them that much.
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