Out of reach stays the moon.
Is it why it is ever a beauty?
If so, you too, staying
beyond my reach.
Hard to span, sprawl out hills.
Is it why they enthrall?
If so, you too, being obscure
For me to span.
Within the nest lives the bird.
Is it why it is enchanting?
If so, you too, well guarded
For me to gain access..
Away flowers the Jasmine.
Is it why it is scenting?
If so, you too, blooming
Away from my yard.
Far to fathom is what heaven is.
Is it why it is puzzling?
If so, you too, dumb and mum,
Giving me no clues.
Whatsoever it might be,
I cannot anyhow miss you.
You cannot dismiss me.
Let us play ‘hide and seek’.
29.09.99
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