The ugly wrinkled body
Of the bark of the tree
Concealing the aroma
Unaware of the content
Wearing away with time
Turning into impalpable ash
In the fire of your rejection
My love on the top
Of the mast of ship
That shakes off my love
For every jerk of thy hatred
Left behind on the shores
Of lifeless sand dunes
My life feeds on your love
Cooked sweet by the fire
Is it a miracle play of your hand?
Single glance of thy eyes
Destine me to live
Taming me for the wait
That could last for lives
17 10 2008
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