Figment of
The imagination
In its full flow
Goes on-
In a fit of passion
And insanity
Seeing through
Her mind's eye,
Creating through
His mind a visual
Of his own choice.
Whatever
She decides
Apprising him
Or depriving of
In yes or no
Immaterial for-
Still, he loves
True and deep
As steep
As the stretch of
His imagination
Goes on and on
Where the brain
Stops
And the heart
Functions on.
Once-
If she cou’d
Grace over
A rendezvous
The day
Date and time
As convenient
Would suffice
Or otherwise
It would all
Be the same
With no change.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2015
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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