Heretic - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
You head north.
I head south.
You choose east.
I choose west.
You don't understand.
You grumble, you fume.
You think I am a mis spelt loony tune.
But my dear, wish you were clear,
In your heart as in your lovely eyes.
I am your moon,
I bounce the sun of your eyes,
The other way.
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