Do you know, I was thinking of going away
far from here, where I felt you took the halo
off my grounds, off my crown! I was like a
garden devoid of leaves and flowers, only
hedgerows, reminding me of a rectangular
maze with only blind alleys. I looked over
my fences and saw the luxuriance of other
gardens, but I didn’t rue, I didn’t cry. My sense
of duty stood proud in my life’s desertification!
Would I still believe that you were that ascending
rainbow, touching my soul and taking me into
the elevator of colours beyond the skies, beyond
the stars. Must I still believe in turning around the
curb and finding the wonders of the world, the
Universe. I only write some free verse to these
conjunctions of sartorial enigmas of love. Are they
just a costume disguise? Is there anything profound,
deeper than epidermic embellishments of words and
promises, and sounding resonant to the Universal core?
I had immense faith, and suddenly I started beginning
to devolve into the arms of scepticism. Suddenly, to feel
cynically aware of the surrounds of deceit and delusion. I know there
is no candour about being wordy, but my being wordy is
only a profusion to desperately reinstate the virtue of
Justice, that I altogether placed in you and Dad. If there
was love beyond the stars, beyond the diametric expanse
of the Universe, you could count on me! So should I linger in
the waiting and live in hope once again? Or should I plot my
departure once and for all?
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