Slowly I overcome your exploits.
befitting yourself. Your apathy
and codes I come back countering.
And slowly you reduce to an importunist.
Walk along music, feigning I unsee all that.
By glow of fireflies unfolding on the face book
I bite her lips. To her dark hair I
Leave behind your éclat.
You flare up. I gain and regain my confidence
it seems. I realize my alphabets
in easy fillips can make you a queen
and a beggar at the same time ………
I overcome in slowness. This way the overcoming
Is poetry may be. A decade and four months
go in gestation. Your chin no more look
sharp, empty in glance, leering ………
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