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I observe you in moments.
Messy hair on your forehead, veils creases.
Half smile with perplexing eyes
As just-born-kid dreamt at mid night
In the shadow of beaming night lamp
I can write you within pages and more pages.
I can make you stay in four by four white chambers and put a
stamp.
But..
Is it okay to trap your identity and embellish reins?
Is it okay to alphabetize you among thin lines?
While I know how does one feels with transected wings.
Would anybody desire to circle up just in one theme?
Would anybody desire
to remain wrapped just in one routine?
Let’s take a fair chance
And surprise each other as dripping trance.
I started enjoying silence since I got you whole?
No limitations. No
criteria.
Just two drifting souls!
Ankita Chauhan