1+1=1 - Poem by Sathya Narayana
I dispute his permutation!
At least twice a day; him, I curse
and me; he often pinches and wrenches!
Well! I understand his compulsions
ans He too does sympathize my follies;
again, we laugh off our excesses.
Runs thus our rollercoaster romance.
Yet, lingers a feeling of emptiness.
I asked him, 'Why this gulf between us;
aren't we very, very close friends;
with consensus of minds? '
He smiled, 'You understand me. Yes.
But you don't know me in essence! '
I asked, 'Hey! What is the difference?
Both words sound to me in same sense.
When do I know you in wholeness? '
Trickled down HIS words mysterious
'When you become I, and I …..you! ! '
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