Orthodox Love - Poem by Vishal Sharma
I am not a middle aged man
neither my thought is as such
I am the result of grief told with romance
and for praising beauty, i leave no chance
my love is orthodox, and i am paralysed,
never bothered to remove my ugly mask
and, you know my darling never asks
why am i so ugly beneath the beautiful face
and, i pat her forhead and give my love,
but remember, my love is not that orthodox..
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