I found her standing on the Ellis Bridge
Across the Sabarmati
She had promised she would be there
Once the Poets' weekly meet was over
The meets she usually avoids
Deciphering verses was a difficult task for her
Understanding poets the more she says
I do not recite my poems in her presence
Because I do not want to lose her
Because she inspires me
It is to her I address my poems she ignores
I wish I had developed her kind of indifference
Towards all pleasant things
Towards all things I liked
Her indifference is like the one the river has
Towards its banks
The meets she usually avoids Deciphering verses was a difficult task for her Understanding poets the more she says I do not recite my poems in her presence Because I do not want to lose her..... Fear of losing her Bury you under earth How about introducing new thing On a trial and error basis. Good inception and bringing forth. Admirations sir.
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I wish I had developed her kind of indifference Towards all pleasant things Towards all things I liked Her difference is like the one the river has Towards its banks...good inspiring words.