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MY LOVE

(These lines have been written with an idea in mind that is against the existing conventions-here, I have treated the Earth as a mighty man and the subjective element 'I' is not the personal me; but a man)

My Love
Uninvited, her Knock I heard
In a time not so weird,
when in my room alone I sat
waiting for her tat.
At my pane,in a rhythm so wild,
she danced like a child
coaxing me to join her;
But all I could was to spend a tear.

Impatient I sat in my chair
bound by infirmities of a life,unfair.
For my heart wept uneasily
unable to merge in thee,freely.

Yet thou flee from me,
taking with thee,my dreams and glee,
to where you belong,dear friend
The Earth,with no end.

From a distant land you traversed,
Darting to kiss thy Lord;
But in a mile somwhere,unknown
were robbed of your chastity,once worn;
Never neglected,still thou art respected
For the earth welcomes thou
with its chest open,now,
where you unite in love:
In thy greatness, O Earth ! I bow.

And to thee my love,I say
Deserve thee not ,I may
Thou belong to a man more mighty
Yet I would say,the million times I pray
I love thou,my dear rain,a plenty.

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