Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Why? Why do I need permissions?
Why cannot I hold you close?
Like a rosé born from by curdled soul.
Why cannot I bury my self in your warm flesh?
Like a root finding its own existence in a dark cavern.
Why cannot I kiss you without guilt?
Like a bee sitting on a flower in the bloom of spring?
Why cannot I spread your soul on to mine?
Like a man making love to his woman long lost in time?
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