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Purnima Naik Poem
Valentine is what they say to their valentines to describe,
The enchanting heart's whisper, how much they are special to them.
Nevertheless, I fell sick, to be exact, not in the ocean of my lover's love.
Astonishingly, the lover is what I mentioned is not real just an apocryphal to be enough.
Dwelling in my mind from the dawn to the sweet kisses of night,
He is nothing just fictional, a creature of my imagination, only to ignite.
The day of fourteenth February, in which people celebrate the cherish of love,
Where I prefer to live in my room, with my lover in my head, no any reason found to shrug.
Hoping him to convert into reality, to create the world with me, I imagined,
But the reality is a curse to us, I'd rather enter the world, I create, nothing to be tangled.
Copyright © Purnima Naik | Year Posted 2025
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Purnima Naik Poem
You were the soothing wind to keep warm,
I was the hurricane, to only cause problems,
You were the moon, with whom people talk,
I was the Lily, nothing without your lights.
You were everything anyone could ever ask for,
I was a cobblestone, people stop over.
I was a book of blank pages, without the sprinkle of ink,
You were the book of beautiful words and completed, where my name wasn't, I think.
Copyright © Purnima Naik | Year Posted 2025
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