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Posted
on 13-Feb-04 02:24 PM
To my Valentine
Like anchored strings on a plump sitar
For your tuning around
I sit in a corner, a heart in a vat
For your way; to pull your mood on me
So you know,
I am your eternal audience
Awaiting every night, as
Dust scatters on me from
The memories I left behind
The future I may beget
On this abstruse hinterland
I keep myself untainted
Comfortable in your shoes
For our future bearings
When there are times, I do not reflect
Please do not bend the notes too long
It hurts where it breathes
Such fragile cosmos that I come from
There is no color to my exhaustion
Or is there any retreat
It just flows where it leaks
In this abstruse hinterland
Such is the mystery of this belly
As you carry me around from venue to venue
Sitting on your lap, I listen to your inner glow
And the times when you listen to me
When you play, with your notes away
How we come together
We realize why we even met
Young with smiles again
May this symbion hatch
Into the melodic luster of an orchestra
With pastures of hope
Chiming bells of sanctity and
Courage of the nectarine
Within a budding flower.
Sincerely, Your Valentine.
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