In imagination
I touched, embraced
Hugged and caressed her
But couldn’t mingle…….
While I woke
Thoughts propelled, imaginations flew
Feelings strolled to get grace of her
But unable to feel……..
Sleepless nights,
Unthinkable thoughts, devoted mind
Unable to catch her
I thought she was untouchable……..
Felt restless, disheartened
Frustrated and rejected
I left pursuing her
Reconciled me that she was femme fatale……
Don’t panic, get no dilemma
Think me not lecherous
I’m not talking of a beautiful dame with whom I was in
love
My concern is poetry
That to
Modern poetry…….
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