I went there with a begging bowl;
Begging for love to someone beautiful.
She had a golden heart and was so kind;
Loved me for the moment and I felt like flying high.
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He often visits our home -
And opines wisely on our home décor.
Last valentine’s I painted a portrait of my wife
And hanged that creation on front-wall wide.
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Porous nights often disillusion us.
Vibes keep coming up through words.
Heart-poured love gets a respite.
Unwinding yourself; you laugh and cry.
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Deb! Deb! Are you there?
Please open the door. I’m here.
Let me come in, let me sit a while.
Let me tell you who am I.
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With one heart-full of love -
You went away.
Did you leave something?
It’s always better to crosscheck.
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I will never call you a liar -
Not now; never even afterwards.
It was I, who failed to see the truth.
It was I, who was so blind to exude.
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A Beggar Is Not A Lover
I went there with a begging bowl;
Begging for love to someone beautiful.
She had a golden heart and was so kind;
Loved me for the moment and I felt like flying high.
She cared for me and gave me whatever she could.
Never had I known that it was not the only truth.
Never could I know that she already had
Someone as her dearest and she loved him immense.
But never had she left me feel deprived.
Never had she shown any disrespect for a while.
She treated this beggar like a lover.
And my bowl was full with love from her.
Once I told her that I loved her too much.
And she once referred me as her dearest one.
Never had I known that the dearest wasn’t me always.
Never had I known she loved too much someone else.
But a beggar in me took it for granted,
And wrote verses to express his love for his nearest.
She too did come out with lovely verses few;
But those were all keeping someone else in view.
I was far from truth to believe or even guessing
That it may not be me whom she was referring.
It was too late when I realized for ever
A beggar is always a beggar and never a lover.
But this beggar is still around with his bowl and roaming
Coz he can’t just live without the love he found, begging.
S. Dey.