Within My Abode of Imagination
I despised, even in the time of playing with all my writing passion!
As I felt, the elegant and pure touch of your tune is invincible, then.
In all my meaningless trivial writing,within my abode of imagination
Words and sounds are walking as long lost friends, with a bonding, unbroken.
I see, a thin slice of light in my verandah , surrealistic, bright
A melancholic tune aged a decade old under the mystic moonlight.
O embracing sea of my sadness!
My verses of deepest realisation!
I could not touch you deep enough there, though
In deepest sorrow and pain of the transitory time!
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