Candle melts and fades away...
Oil burns and fades away...
Wood catches fire and fades away...
But love becomes the grandma's cup,
Which you hold upturned for hours,
Collecting the fragments of smoke,
Turning them into Kohl;
And lovingly I put thy love in my eyes,
And again the world becomes beautiful and whole.
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6 comments:
awesome man!!!!!!!simnply awesome..u two will make a awesome poet couple...
i luv u mrs poet ;)
and when many years have passed by, and you have become a much loved grandma, he will hold that cup in his trembling hands, and line your eyes with love...
dwaipayan: thanx for the wishes.
adi: kuch nahi...
tere kuch nahin aur teen dots ki to aisi ki taisi... le meri teen dots!!! aur ye teen exclamation marks as added bonus
Adi: thanx 4 d exclamation marks...
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