She likes listening to you
And then talking with you.
She acknowledges your presence
And then grants her presence.
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I dare not show you my love;
I dare not tell or write
About my love to you either.
Instead, I cry in poems:
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God forbids men to kill men.
God permits men to kill beasts.
Men are saved and not the beasts.
Don’t they pray to God, as do men?
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In your presence I am silent
And in my presence you are.
Between us silence is comfortable.
Is not it itself a proof
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If I forget,
The earth may forget the Sun and the Moon.
If I forget
The sweet heart I revolved round for breath,
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A mother is a poet so all women are.
A mother is a singer so all women are.
But in literatures male poets abound.
Only men are hungry of identity.
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A lover has two options;
To marry or marry not.
A paramour has two options;
To elope or elope not.
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Teeth have lost their power to tear
meat,
Legs are weak to tread stones and thorns.
Stomach cannot gulp raw, and skin
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Helen and Cleopatra- who are
The quintessence of beauty?
Both; because of Homer and
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‘No other woman must love you,
Your mother not exempted.
No other woman you must love,
Your mother and sisters included.
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