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Begone Love
I don't know what I am
Waiting for, on this chair,
Near you, and with a book in my hand.
Silence occupied, you on your work
But what am I waiting for
Near you?
Blank in the mind,
But calm just to be here.
Don't know what drags me
Near to you, though we are
Not meant for each other.
I don't know what I am
Yarning for, staying still and peeking
At you, as you are not something
I could have, and I am left
With an option to go
With the flow
I don't know why am I sitting
Here, nothing to talk about as if
The talkings are done through our hearts,
And eyes glaring to each other with
So many unspoken words.
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Dorji Thangzom
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