Quixotic - Poem by Vishal Sharma
Our love proliferated like a wind arrow
And we hate Narcissism to its level
My myopic eyes gather clouds of love
You exacting behaviour puts dusk before me
Grew with an acrid taste; It was harsh again
To be oblivious is to be forgetful or unaware
Wipe out the mutual rancor among idle souls.
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