Sitting under an arbor,
Broad daylight and pondering mind,
Cerebral thinking as of a maestro,
But a question still unanswered,
What makes me stick onto you?
Pardon me, did you just ask me that ??
You assuage my desires,
Protect me from annihilation,
With your atruistic attitude,
Though your work acts a desiccant,
That dampens the ebullience,
Still your ascent is visible above horizon,
That's what makes me stick by!
As a priestess who pays daily
morning devotion to the deity,
And as the sunshines and the rain falls,
Quintessence of tryst, wait is ephemereal,
Embrocating the aches, healing of severance,
Design needed to expiate,
And rendezvous we go to the content,
Pardon me, wud you still ask me that ??
Written on 11/12/13
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